We ended up having a wonderful Valentine's Day (and weekend).
|Her festive Friday outfit|
Then I looked around the room at the other babies. The ones dressed head-to-toe in pink mesh tutus and red-heart-blinged headbands bigger than a dinner plate. The ones that looked like they were ready to hit the pageant circuit at any minute.
Ummm...no. This is her festive Valentine's outfit, thankyouverymuch. Ain't nobody got time for that nonsense. Like...how do you even put a baby in a car seat when they're WEARING A TUTU?? Just stop. Call me a Valentine's grinch, but like...no.
Despite Millie's lack of appropriate pageant-worthy flair, we did actually have a lot of fun at her ice cream social. I've been scoping out the parents of the other babies in her class and have had my eye on the one I plan to make my friend. We tend to pick up our girls at the same time, PLUS I discovered that our babies were born one day apart- so they are basically twins. Also, her baby is easily the second most precious one in the class. So I decided I wanted to become friends with her. And then we ended up sitting together (with our husbands, who are apparently equally quiet in social settings) and chatting for the whole party! It was great. I really want more working mom friends, so it seems like daycare is a good place to find them, ha.
Sorry for the mega close-up of gross chewed-and-then-spit-out food, but look at those little teeeeefffff!!! Also, the eyelashes. I mean...seriously. It's not even right.
We didn't do much official celebrating on Saturday (I mean, besides cleaning, meal planning, and running errands...so festive!!), but we did take a pause in our errand-running for some delightful sustenance.
It was every bit as delicious as it looks. I miss it.
We had hoped to get some snow today but it seems to have passed us by. Womp womp. I would love for Millie to get to experience the white stuff this year, but she may just have to wait. We have some freezing rain and ice going on right now which isn't nearly as thrilling, but may earn a delayed work and daycare start tomorrow, so that could be exciting. Perhaps.
The most exciting news of the day is completely unconfirmed and therefore might turn out to be nothing at all, but for now- I'm excited. I think I am getting (inheriting) a CELLO!!!!!!!!!!! I have wanted this cello (and to learn to play it...for the record, I have NO IDEA how to play a cello) for about 20 years and today I got some good intel that it might be coming my way soon! I am basically beside myself and have fabulous visions of how awesome a cello player I will probably be. I seriously need a new hobby that doesn't involve Netflix and this would totally fit the bill. Plus, Millie's favorite thing in the whole world right now is listening to Matt and I make music of almost any kind. She loves to sit in my lap while I play the piano...she jumps and squeals and smiles her face off if either of us play the guitar and sing...she giggles wildly as Matt makes random noises on an old harmonica...so I predict that listening to her Mama learn the cello will suit her just fine. And maybe she'll want to learn one day! But then again, I also thought she would like to listen to me play the flute.
And I was seriously, severely, incredibly wrong.
Not such a fan of woodwinds, that one. My feelings would have been really hurt if I weren't so extremely dead from laughter. She was okay with a few low notes, but then I decided to really wow her with the upper register and OH MY GOSH THE TEARS AND THE SADNESS AND THE HEARTBREAK AND THE MISERY!!!!!!!!!!! It was the funniest thing ever. But also...seriously, Millie. Show a little appreciation, would you?? Sheesh. I used to be really good, promise. Do you think that this is a sign that she doesn't want to be in band when she gets older? Because that would be the worst thing ever. Is there some sort of early intervention for this situation (besides the obvious: MORE FLUTE EXPOSURE)?
Soo...I think I've covered all the bases here today. No pageant dresses, no snow, maybe cello, more