This post is for Tuesday night (2/18)...
While walking back to the Embarcadero Muni station with John along Market Street....
After eating a scrumptiously delicious dinner at Boulevard (greyhound w/ fresh grapefruit, dungeness crab and scallop panzanella, quail with beet gnocci and a lemon cake dessert), partially subsidized by a gift certificate from Mary and Andrew.....
An alto sax playing Dr. Zhivago.
It hauntingly echoed down the street and against the tall buildings in the darkness of the stars and streetlights. I couldn't actually find the musician, but I breathed it in with sadness and happiness at the same time.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Out on the town
It is the President's Day holiday, so with no school today but Daddy having to work, Elizabeth and I took advantage of using the Living Social coupon that Mary and Andrew got as a gift for Elizabeth to take a drop-in art class at the SF Children's Art Center. We drove to Fort Mason and I was surprised to find out that when we got there, it was also meant to be a drop off class, too. Which means that I was supposed to leave. Elizabeth and I both were surprised so it took a little coaxing to get her to be ok, but actually not too much before I could leave her with playdough, painting and more. Turns out they also did story time and snack in the 1.5 hr session, too. I sat outside the small studio just in case things turned sour, but she did just fine and was very excited to show me her works of art - complete with a big smile and a splotch of red paint next to her right eye.
We then drove home and hopped on the train downtown to see a claymation movie of the book we just checked out of the library (and she can't STOP reading! :)) - Frog and Toad are Friends. It is showing at the Contemporary Jewish Museum on only special days until March alongside an exhibit featuring the author's artwork, so it was a must-do! The movie was a lot of fun - they set up bean bags in a conference room with a big screen and we snuggled up to watch Frog and Toad Together and Frog and Toad are Friends. The room was packed with kids and parents, all laughing and talking about the movie as it went. A fun atmosphere and Elizabeth was really into it, giggling especially at the stories she recognized. At the beginning she said in her normal voice (which of course is totally loud), "Who is that? Frog or Toad?" and about 10 kids snapped their heads towards her to answer "It is Toad" before I could even try to respond. It was so cute all I could do was kiss her sweet head that was firecracker crazy covered with a messy ponytail and a polka dot headband barely keeping her curly blonde hair from exploding all over the darkened room.
We played in the family zone with some blocks on a light table (very cool) and made story books out of transluecent colored paper before it became obvious that it was time to start getting some lunch. We went to the Madeleine Cafe and chowed down on yummy salami and eggplant sandwiches (respectively), yogurt, milk and probably the yummiest lemon bar I've ever had. We sat outside and watched the busy street and people passing by and just laughed and talked. Elizabeth almost lost her sandwich and I caught it and she shouted out, "Nice catch Mom!" I also told her that I really liked being in San Francisco with her and she said she really liked being in San Francisco with me, too.
With a short swing through the biggest Old Navy I have ever seen on the way back to the train to try on sunglasses, shoes, and scarves, I would have to say that it was a really happy day. Now it's time for a nap!
We then drove home and hopped on the train downtown to see a claymation movie of the book we just checked out of the library (and she can't STOP reading! :)) - Frog and Toad are Friends. It is showing at the Contemporary Jewish Museum on only special days until March alongside an exhibit featuring the author's artwork, so it was a must-do! The movie was a lot of fun - they set up bean bags in a conference room with a big screen and we snuggled up to watch Frog and Toad Together and Frog and Toad are Friends. The room was packed with kids and parents, all laughing and talking about the movie as it went. A fun atmosphere and Elizabeth was really into it, giggling especially at the stories she recognized. At the beginning she said in her normal voice (which of course is totally loud), "Who is that? Frog or Toad?" and about 10 kids snapped their heads towards her to answer "It is Toad" before I could even try to respond. It was so cute all I could do was kiss her sweet head that was firecracker crazy covered with a messy ponytail and a polka dot headband barely keeping her curly blonde hair from exploding all over the darkened room.
We played in the family zone with some blocks on a light table (very cool) and made story books out of transluecent colored paper before it became obvious that it was time to start getting some lunch. We went to the Madeleine Cafe and chowed down on yummy salami and eggplant sandwiches (respectively), yogurt, milk and probably the yummiest lemon bar I've ever had. We sat outside and watched the busy street and people passing by and just laughed and talked. Elizabeth almost lost her sandwich and I caught it and she shouted out, "Nice catch Mom!" I also told her that I really liked being in San Francisco with her and she said she really liked being in San Francisco with me, too.
With a short swing through the biggest Old Navy I have ever seen on the way back to the train to try on sunglasses, shoes, and scarves, I would have to say that it was a really happy day. Now it's time for a nap!
Will you be my Valentine? Or ER Doctor?
What a crazy Valentine's Day!
We had a wonderful morning at school. It was my work day - and snack day - amidst the Disco Party and Valentine's bags and lots of love being spread all around. About half of the kids ate about half of my snack that I'd stayed up until 1am prepping the night before, but hopefully a greater ratio enjoyed Elizabeth's valentines. :) I was determined to get something healthy in those kids' bodies before the candy onslaught began. The result was a bowl of peas, heart-shaped carrots, wheat bread (cut out in heart shapes) topped with light cream cheese and heart shaped cherry tomatoes. I was pretty proud of this creation and heard of at least one of the boys eating lots of extra helpings. Even Elizabeth told me, "Yeah, Mom. It was good." For the parents, I made tomato soup, crackers (haha the ones left over from John's career expo!), goat cheese, tomatoes and olives and corn bread. Cocoa named me queen of the snack! I think that I have way too much time on my hands to take the crown, but hey, it was fun coming up with it all.
Elizabeth was a complete cutie dancing to the lights and smoke machine w/her "I Love to Dance" tshirt, putting her valentines in her friends bags, and strewing her bag's contents everywhere to eat all of the candy. A great morning for her for sure.
But, then, as I am helping to clean up, I walk outside to a very upset Elizabeth in Papa Robert's arms - she had taken a bad tumble and couldn't even catch her breath to tell me what happened. Turns out that after asking 4 yr old William for some info since no one else saw her fall (!!), she had dropped down on her tailbone from the 6ft high (+) monkey bars on to the sand. I sat with her for awhile but she didn't want to walk so I carried her home. Once at home, I tried to get her to stand on one or the other leg, still resulting in a very painful grimace and refusal to do it again. Finally, after a call to the pediatrician's office, I followed the nurses' advice to have her take a nap and ice her back some more. When she woke, though, she was crying for me because she didn't want to even sit up from the pain. When John got home she wouldn't stand up for him, either. So, we went to the ER.
The first doctor couldn't get her to stand for awhile, but finally, when we got her on her feet, she didn't act like it was hurting. And took a few steps. Then the other doctor came in, had her eat a popcicle, and got her to walk over to get a sticker with him. Totally recovered!!! Good grief.
But, I couldn't have been happier to pay for the most expensive dose of tylenol yet. :)
We had a wonderful morning at school. It was my work day - and snack day - amidst the Disco Party and Valentine's bags and lots of love being spread all around. About half of the kids ate about half of my snack that I'd stayed up until 1am prepping the night before, but hopefully a greater ratio enjoyed Elizabeth's valentines. :) I was determined to get something healthy in those kids' bodies before the candy onslaught began. The result was a bowl of peas, heart-shaped carrots, wheat bread (cut out in heart shapes) topped with light cream cheese and heart shaped cherry tomatoes. I was pretty proud of this creation and heard of at least one of the boys eating lots of extra helpings. Even Elizabeth told me, "Yeah, Mom. It was good." For the parents, I made tomato soup, crackers (haha the ones left over from John's career expo!), goat cheese, tomatoes and olives and corn bread. Cocoa named me queen of the snack! I think that I have way too much time on my hands to take the crown, but hey, it was fun coming up with it all.
Elizabeth was a complete cutie dancing to the lights and smoke machine w/her "I Love to Dance" tshirt, putting her valentines in her friends bags, and strewing her bag's contents everywhere to eat all of the candy. A great morning for her for sure.
But, then, as I am helping to clean up, I walk outside to a very upset Elizabeth in Papa Robert's arms - she had taken a bad tumble and couldn't even catch her breath to tell me what happened. Turns out that after asking 4 yr old William for some info since no one else saw her fall (!!), she had dropped down on her tailbone from the 6ft high (+) monkey bars on to the sand. I sat with her for awhile but she didn't want to walk so I carried her home. Once at home, I tried to get her to stand on one or the other leg, still resulting in a very painful grimace and refusal to do it again. Finally, after a call to the pediatrician's office, I followed the nurses' advice to have her take a nap and ice her back some more. When she woke, though, she was crying for me because she didn't want to even sit up from the pain. When John got home she wouldn't stand up for him, either. So, we went to the ER.
The first doctor couldn't get her to stand for awhile, but finally, when we got her on her feet, she didn't act like it was hurting. And took a few steps. Then the other doctor came in, had her eat a popcicle, and got her to walk over to get a sticker with him. Totally recovered!!! Good grief.
But, I couldn't have been happier to pay for the most expensive dose of tylenol yet. :)
Crunch, stomp...and stoned?
"Everybody must get stoned!!!!" - Elizabeth (in the Walgreens today)
I love Bob Dylan and now I love Elizabeth singing Bob Dylan even more.
Elizabeth has a really loud voice. She gets it from John, no doubt. But, Elizabeth's loud voice has now teamed up with Bob Dylan and her favorite song is yeah....you know the one...."Oh, but I should not feel so all alone, EVERYBODY must get stoned!" She officially likes to sing it everywhere.
At least she didn't sing it in church today (oh, I hope I just didn't jinx that!). I thought I was totally on it today having a good selection of snacks for mass - raspberries, carrots, peas, and lentil chips. All pretty non-filling as to not spoil dinner, not too messy, things she'll like to eat....little did I calculate how LOUD the lentil chips crunching would be during the homily, though. So, this Sunday, like every other, continued to be a battle between my constant "shhhhh!!!!" and stopping her from stomping (today it was surely to see her shiny silvery shoes glitter in the light), climbing, talking, jumping, running into the aisle, slamming something against the pew, etc. - and my constant inability to not smile after she did something flipping adorable. Like "sshhhh!!!" me back, or walk about 10 pews back to say peace to everyone in the back of the church.
Mass is exhausting, but I hope that Elizabeth never changes. Loud and proud. Go ahead and throw your stones other church-goers. Keep the Bob Dylan coming.
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Other runner up from today - John telling me that the valentine's day cookies Elizabeth and I made for him were the best I've ever made - hooray! Heart-shaped red velvet cake cookie sandwiches with cream cheese frosting inside. Yummy!
I love Bob Dylan and now I love Elizabeth singing Bob Dylan even more.
Elizabeth has a really loud voice. She gets it from John, no doubt. But, Elizabeth's loud voice has now teamed up with Bob Dylan and her favorite song is yeah....you know the one...."Oh, but I should not feel so all alone, EVERYBODY must get stoned!" She officially likes to sing it everywhere.
At least she didn't sing it in church today (oh, I hope I just didn't jinx that!). I thought I was totally on it today having a good selection of snacks for mass - raspberries, carrots, peas, and lentil chips. All pretty non-filling as to not spoil dinner, not too messy, things she'll like to eat....little did I calculate how LOUD the lentil chips crunching would be during the homily, though. So, this Sunday, like every other, continued to be a battle between my constant "shhhhh!!!!" and stopping her from stomping (today it was surely to see her shiny silvery shoes glitter in the light), climbing, talking, jumping, running into the aisle, slamming something against the pew, etc. - and my constant inability to not smile after she did something flipping adorable. Like "sshhhh!!!" me back, or walk about 10 pews back to say peace to everyone in the back of the church.
Mass is exhausting, but I hope that Elizabeth never changes. Loud and proud. Go ahead and throw your stones other church-goers. Keep the Bob Dylan coming.
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Other runner up from today - John telling me that the valentine's day cookies Elizabeth and I made for him were the best I've ever made - hooray! Heart-shaped red velvet cake cookie sandwiches with cream cheese frosting inside. Yummy!
Thursday, February 13, 2014
My first track workout in....well, years!
I can't remember the last time I did a track workout. I used to go every once in awhile to the Camarillo High School track just to get a workout in or two, which I always enjoyed. I don't think I did it after Elizabeth was born, although I did meet up with my friend Jenny Lincoln a few times to do some drills (which was awesome being led through them by a former USA track star). Just brings back some good memories of running track in high school and college. And makes for a challenging workout! I'm still waiting to be able to install a high jump pit in our backyard someday....but until then, just going and doing some 200's at a track is full of nostalgia.
Kezar Stadium, in Golden Gate Park (and former home of the SF 49ers), is less than a mile from our place. I've taken Elizabeth there to run in the lanes and goof around, teaching her drills and having races, but I actually haven't gone by myself. So, today after drop off, I was going to go for a normal run through the park, but decided to stop at Kezar instead. I did 6 200's at about 40 second pace each (nothing impressive there, but at least it felt good to stride it out on the straightaway again!). My form is totally awful!!! (I need you, Jenny!!) But, it was a lot of fun. I even ran into a new friend, Tricia, a mom at HACNS, and walked a few laps with her, too. Happiness is a track workout in the sunshine for sure. Even a slow one for this out of shape high jumper!
Kezar Stadium, in Golden Gate Park (and former home of the SF 49ers), is less than a mile from our place. I've taken Elizabeth there to run in the lanes and goof around, teaching her drills and having races, but I actually haven't gone by myself. So, today after drop off, I was going to go for a normal run through the park, but decided to stop at Kezar instead. I did 6 200's at about 40 second pace each (nothing impressive there, but at least it felt good to stride it out on the straightaway again!). My form is totally awful!!! (I need you, Jenny!!) But, it was a lot of fun. I even ran into a new friend, Tricia, a mom at HACNS, and walked a few laps with her, too. Happiness is a track workout in the sunshine for sure. Even a slow one for this out of shape high jumper!
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Learning Spanish
We went shopping at Trader Joe's this afternoon, post-nap. Only the 2nd time since we've been here (vs. every week or so back home), so it was quite the stocking up trip. So many yummy things, so little time to eat it all. :) Elizabeth was her normal self during the trip - talking up a storm at her 20K decibel level voice, counting how many planes there were flying above the meat section (5 times), announcing that there were two penguins in the freezer isle, and playing telephone with the sample dixie paper cups (despite my insisting that they only work if you whisper).
Only today, she got her face painted at school, very impressively, by Mama Amanda, with a bright red/orange mask around her eyes and a red heart on each cheek. It was pretty funny to see some of the other shoppers reactions to her. One man even stopped and asked her about it and she pronounced (almost as loudly as across the playground when I came to pick her up), "I am a SUPER HERO!!!" It was all we could both do to not crack up. She also told us both that she is a "Valentine's Day Super hero" because of the hearts. Earlier she had told me that her super power was sending Valentine cards in the mail, because I had addressed hers and we put them in the mail box on the walk home from school that day.
The mask actually made her look a little like Zoro. So, when we were going to the car and she slurred her words saying she was a "good helppeerrrr" and I asked her what it was she was saying because I couldn't understand, she replied, "It is Spanish, Mom. It is 'helper' in English" with her super hero masked face looking right at me, I just had to give her an extra super hero Valentine's size hug before putting her in the car seat to drive home.
Only today, she got her face painted at school, very impressively, by Mama Amanda, with a bright red/orange mask around her eyes and a red heart on each cheek. It was pretty funny to see some of the other shoppers reactions to her. One man even stopped and asked her about it and she pronounced (almost as loudly as across the playground when I came to pick her up), "I am a SUPER HERO!!!" It was all we could both do to not crack up. She also told us both that she is a "Valentine's Day Super hero" because of the hearts. Earlier she had told me that her super power was sending Valentine cards in the mail, because I had addressed hers and we put them in the mail box on the walk home from school that day.
The mask actually made her look a little like Zoro. So, when we were going to the car and she slurred her words saying she was a "good helppeerrrr" and I asked her what it was she was saying because I couldn't understand, she replied, "It is Spanish, Mom. It is 'helper' in English" with her super hero masked face looking right at me, I just had to give her an extra super hero Valentine's size hug before putting her in the car seat to drive home.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Nap Time, Anyone?
"Anyone who thinks the art of conversation is dead ought to tell a child to go to bed."
I am determined to keep nap time as a part of the daily routine. It is good for her, it is good for me. But, it is not only hard to do this because she fights it with her powers of negotiation, stalling and protesting, but it is especially hard that not may of her schoolmates take naps anymore. So, when we are going home from a field trip at the SF Botanic Garden and get invited to go to the carousel with some friends (and it is on the way home), even though we should be bee lining it back to bed, it is too hard to say no. All of the sudden, getting home for a semi-late nap around 2pm becomes 3:30pm. And a really tired Elizabeth. And a really tired Mommy. We had a great time - she rode the green frog on the carousel that she's been wanting to do for awhile and did it by herself, she went down the cement slide by herself, she enjoyed being with her new friends. However, the whole way home Elizabeth whined about not wanting to go home, not wanting to walk, not wanting to take a nap. I try to empathize, I try to take breaks, I negotiate by picking her up on the hills and making it fun if she walks the flat parts, we stop and eat a few samples of fruit at the market. But by the time we get home, literally 20 feet from the front door, she decided to delay going in the door by stomping on some dog poop on the sidewalk. She got in trouble for that, partly for that behavior, but mostly because I had lost my patience and was tired, too. She went to bed and looked at me from under her covers, quiet but sad. After I had a chance to calm down and collect myself, I went in and snuggled up with her and we apologized to each other for being frustrated. Then, the questions began - about things that had happened that morning with the other kids, things we had seen on the way home, etc. After answering a few, I did have to tell her that I really liked all of her questions but we would need to save the rest for after her nap. And, finally, she drifted off to sleep as I rubbed her back a bit. But, honestly, I really normally enjoy that time when we are talking with each other about things that happened that morning and I hate to cut it short. So when I read this quote on a parenting website that afternoon, it just made me smile. Yeah, I pushed it today so it was my fault. But it reminds me that every day it is a happy thing that naptime is such a crazy dance that we tango together. I will be sad when that bit of our daily soundtrack fades away.
I am determined to keep nap time as a part of the daily routine. It is good for her, it is good for me. But, it is not only hard to do this because she fights it with her powers of negotiation, stalling and protesting, but it is especially hard that not may of her schoolmates take naps anymore. So, when we are going home from a field trip at the SF Botanic Garden and get invited to go to the carousel with some friends (and it is on the way home), even though we should be bee lining it back to bed, it is too hard to say no. All of the sudden, getting home for a semi-late nap around 2pm becomes 3:30pm. And a really tired Elizabeth. And a really tired Mommy. We had a great time - she rode the green frog on the carousel that she's been wanting to do for awhile and did it by herself, she went down the cement slide by herself, she enjoyed being with her new friends. However, the whole way home Elizabeth whined about not wanting to go home, not wanting to walk, not wanting to take a nap. I try to empathize, I try to take breaks, I negotiate by picking her up on the hills and making it fun if she walks the flat parts, we stop and eat a few samples of fruit at the market. But by the time we get home, literally 20 feet from the front door, she decided to delay going in the door by stomping on some dog poop on the sidewalk. She got in trouble for that, partly for that behavior, but mostly because I had lost my patience and was tired, too. She went to bed and looked at me from under her covers, quiet but sad. After I had a chance to calm down and collect myself, I went in and snuggled up with her and we apologized to each other for being frustrated. Then, the questions began - about things that had happened that morning with the other kids, things we had seen on the way home, etc. After answering a few, I did have to tell her that I really liked all of her questions but we would need to save the rest for after her nap. And, finally, she drifted off to sleep as I rubbed her back a bit. But, honestly, I really normally enjoy that time when we are talking with each other about things that happened that morning and I hate to cut it short. So when I read this quote on a parenting website that afternoon, it just made me smile. Yeah, I pushed it today so it was my fault. But it reminds me that every day it is a happy thing that naptime is such a crazy dance that we tango together. I will be sad when that bit of our daily soundtrack fades away.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Finger paint extension
I'll never forget the first time I fingerpainted with Elizabeth. John surprised me on my first mother's day with a bunch of fingerpaint and large sized paper, we stripped Elizabeth down to her diaper and we had so much fun. Elizabeth would just crawl through the paint and get it all over and then made a move for my face with those cute little hands.... Such a spunky kiddo, even at 8 months!
Today we were drawing and she asked me what I wanted to draw (after she had made a picture of some monsters). I said "a caterpillar". I then thought about using something else other than a pen to make them - - and fingerpaint flashed into my head. "Hey, what if instead of a pen....we used.... fingerpaint??" "YEAH!!!!" was the joyous response and she darted straight for the art drawer, demanding the use of the orange paint this time.
I used a thumbprint four times in a line and then drew legs, antenna and a smiley face with a colored pencil to make my caterpillar - and then let Elizabeth go to town. (I saved a whole box of the flattest moving paper and I love how many of these super large sheets have contributed to numerous art projects so far.) I purposely took a seat on the couch and let her do her thing. She started off doing thumbprints, too, but then when she tried to draw with the colored pencil, all of the sudden that became a paint brush....and then she decided to paint her *finger* - nails, then her hands, and her arms.....all while talking about caterpillars. But wait, then she started to talk about painting her face, so I had to intervene. :) She managed to get some paint on her nose with a giggle as I walked over and saw several hand prints and a bunch of orange streaks from the colored pencils (aka paint brushes). I asked about her caterpillars and then she said, "I was a caterpillar and I went in my chrysalis and now I am a butterfly! An orange butterfly!!"
After that, we didn't clean up - we flew like wild butterflies around the house - with only my gentle reminders that butterflies can't touch anything because their scales will rub off, of course!!
Today we were drawing and she asked me what I wanted to draw (after she had made a picture of some monsters). I said "a caterpillar". I then thought about using something else other than a pen to make them - - and fingerpaint flashed into my head. "Hey, what if instead of a pen....we used.... fingerpaint??" "YEAH!!!!" was the joyous response and she darted straight for the art drawer, demanding the use of the orange paint this time.
I used a thumbprint four times in a line and then drew legs, antenna and a smiley face with a colored pencil to make my caterpillar - and then let Elizabeth go to town. (I saved a whole box of the flattest moving paper and I love how many of these super large sheets have contributed to numerous art projects so far.) I purposely took a seat on the couch and let her do her thing. She started off doing thumbprints, too, but then when she tried to draw with the colored pencil, all of the sudden that became a paint brush....and then she decided to paint her *finger* - nails, then her hands, and her arms.....all while talking about caterpillars. But wait, then she started to talk about painting her face, so I had to intervene. :) She managed to get some paint on her nose with a giggle as I walked over and saw several hand prints and a bunch of orange streaks from the colored pencils (aka paint brushes). I asked about her caterpillars and then she said, "I was a caterpillar and I went in my chrysalis and now I am a butterfly! An orange butterfly!!"
After that, we didn't clean up - we flew like wild butterflies around the house - with only my gentle reminders that butterflies can't touch anything because their scales will rub off, of course!!
Producer John
Monday Giggles
We just laughed a bunch today! Giggles are the best!!
The biggest two times were when we were sitting in her room...
Then, at bed time we were reading a Cat in the Hat book about going into space (one of the ones that Dr. Seuss didn't write, but they still use that character). When we got to the page with Sally, Dick, the Cat and Thing 1 and Thing 2 all waiting around to get the sun's autograph (because it is such a star, haha), we started to sing "the sun is a mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace" - the Ranger Band song I never could sing quite in tune - and just started cracking up. Then Elizabeth asked what other Ranger Band songs we could sing and of course I launched into Rocket Man. She loves when I turn my head away and then open my eyes and turn back to her in peek-a-boo fashion just as I sing "Rocket Man!! Burning out his fuse up here alone". A giggle fest every time. I'm so happy we'll always have Ranger Band songs to sing together. :)
The biggest two times were when we were sitting in her room...
Then, at bed time we were reading a Cat in the Hat book about going into space (one of the ones that Dr. Seuss didn't write, but they still use that character). When we got to the page with Sally, Dick, the Cat and Thing 1 and Thing 2 all waiting around to get the sun's autograph (because it is such a star, haha), we started to sing "the sun is a mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace" - the Ranger Band song I never could sing quite in tune - and just started cracking up. Then Elizabeth asked what other Ranger Band songs we could sing and of course I launched into Rocket Man. She loves when I turn my head away and then open my eyes and turn back to her in peek-a-boo fashion just as I sing "Rocket Man!! Burning out his fuse up here alone". A giggle fest every time. I'm so happy we'll always have Ranger Band songs to sing together. :)
Saturday, February 1, 2014
shower the people you love with love
Happy to finish ordering the invitations for Mary's bridal shower and bachelorette today! There are so many cute ones out there....it was hard to decide. But, it not only felt good to pick them and order them, but also look forward to seeing lots of fun people that weekend!
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