just another weekend involving some screaming and very little sleeping

Well, this weekend was just riveting.

If you call a misidentifying cows as horses to your impressionable child and two boycotted nap times riveting.

Apparently there was enough of a nap time for me to take 12 pictures of the baby in various almost-identical potions. This happens to me all the time. I'll take one picture because she looks sweet then OMG SHE MOVED HER LITTLE FINGER ISN'T THAT PRECIOUS so I take another forty-four. There is something wrong with me.   

Our friend was scheduled to return home from his deployment on Saturday so I picked the most appropriate outfit I could find for Annabelle. As these things go, the homecoming was rescheduled to midnight which I deemed too late to go out with the baby. Cue much sorrow and sadness on my part and no emotion on her part. We make our fashion choices but the Army decides if they shall indeed be worn.

Here's Little Miss America all dressed up with nowhere to go.

I know it's a blurry picture, but this was her face when I told her I hope she doesn't have a career that involves wearing a bikini and heels while walking across a stage. I'm in favor of a career with more clothes, like a professional skier or scuba diver. 

 You get this picture for free.

 No charge for this one either! 

 Her mouth is in a different position so I had to take another picture. OBVIOUSLY.

Saturday night we went out for our anniversary. Unlike our first post-baby date we did not go to Lowes for firework and an ax although the romance in that place is oozing. We got dressed up and went to a fancee restaurant in the next town over. The Kentucky Derby was on and I spent a (probably annoying) lengthy amount of time discussing how I wanted to go to the derby, what I would wear and what I would name my horse. Then the race happened and just like that it was over. Am I the only American who didn't know the race is only one lap? Seems like a lot of work for an event you might miss if you get up for a refill of nachos and cheese.

Sunday afternoon I left the baby to watch Christopher Christopher to watch the baby while I went out on my own for a while. I went to the bookstore than found myself in front of a rack of cute capris at a clothing store. I'm currently smaller than maternity pants (one would hope) but slightly larger than my normal pants size which leaves me with very few options. The good from deciding to eat an apple and peanut butter with lunch (healthy!) was probably destroyed when I decided to mix cool whip in with peanut butter so I don't know when I'll get back to my normal pants size. Cool whip is too good. There was a point to that story but now I've lost it.

(Skipping the part of the weekend where we became THOSE parents in Walmart with the screaming baby.)

Yesterday Christopher asked if I wanted to played tennis with him. I'm terrible at games involving flying balls so naturally tennis is right up my ally. I looked like a drunk donkey the entire time. It was a beautiful look for me. I'm sure Annabelle would have taken 44 pictures if she could have. Or she would have been so embarrassed she'd have fled the scene.