Did you get that? Yeah, me neither but it was really hard to stifle my giggling while he was very seriously writing it.

Saturday morning began with this:

Thank goodness it wasn’t permanent marker! We got him cleaned up and headed over to Lowe’s with some friends to build a firetruck.

Had some fun, came back home for a nice brunch and let the kiddos play for a while. While someone was supposed to be watching Zoey (certainly not ME) I discovered her looking like this:

SOMEBODY PICK UP THAT DAMN MARKER ALREADY!

Later Nick and I took a looooong trip to Target while the little one napped and we got her a backpack. I figured it was time so she’d have something to put her jammies in when she sleeps at her Grandma Sarah’s house (HINT, HINT).

She likes it. A lot.

Then Saturday night my mom and I made dinner for the whole lot of us. It was miso soup, Thai basil chicken with rice, edamame, and the main attraction was homemade CRAB RANGOON! Nice dinner huh? I didn’t get any pictures because dinner was promptly scarfed up by a pack of starving hyenas. We need to learn to shut our doors.

Nick spent the night with the Grandparents and we watched Zodiac. That was a weird movie because it was simultaneously interesting and BO-ring because it was about an hour too long.

Monday was Mike and I’s sixth anniversary so we celebrated by pawning off the spawn and going out to dinner, then over to the Uptown to see Beck! MGMT opened — they did a few great songs, a few fine songs, and a few frickin’ annoying songs that felt like a cheese grater going at the base of my skull. Fun though. And Beck was AWESOME! They were really interactive with the crowd and for one song they brought out “KC’s best tambourine player” to do a song with them. That guy was hilarious! Plus there was this old dude sitting across the aisle that would play air guitar and spontaineously throw a vigorous double THUMBS UP THUMBS UP THUMBS UP!!! Dude cracked us up. Great show, great company, and home by 11:00pm. Super. No pics though, not allowed, meh.

And that was the (long) weekend. How was yours?

The most perfect feet. I love this man and his perfect feet. Perfect.

And as the most perfect gift of all time I am sitting here laughing my butt off as Zoey eats a tomato like an apple right next to her dad, and is going “Mmmmm, mmmmm!” (For those of you who aren’t aware, the Baby Daddy despises tomatoes with the fiery heat of a thousand burning suns. The mere sight makes him want to yak. Ha-ha-ha! The children LOVE tomatoes! Victory is mine!)

I didn’t take many pictures because, let’s face it, like any good mommyblogger I like to take pictures of my kids. LOTS of pictures of my kids. So there are these two featuring Zoey being adorable (at 6:20am even!) and loving on her away daddy, Uncle Pat. My children ADORE him and would ditch me in a second to go live with him. As hard as we tried he just wouldn’t let them stow away in his suitcase.

Nick said, “I’m going to sneak in Pat’s suitcase! I’m going to get daddy’s flashlight and stay in the suitcase and go home with Pat on the airplane.” That kid had it all worked out.

With cuteness like this how could he leave them here? Dude must have a heart made of stone.

With Nicholas I was shell-shocked and completely whacked out by the hormone crash. His birth was so difficult that for the first week all I did was cry, and the second week was not much better. That’s why after Zoey was born I was shocked to discover that I felt good — great even! How was it possible? I assumed it would be more difficult dealing with all the post-birth nonsense plus having an older child to care for but I was pleasantly surprised to find that was not the case.

It is so hard to remember those early newborn days. With Zoey’s birth I feel like we really got to relax and enjoy that time as a family. Mike took off two whole weeks and we spent our time playing games, walking, snuggling, laughing… getting to know our new addition. I love when a baby is new and they sleep almost all the time! You can hold them and smell them and kiss them and they are too young yet to refuse your kisses and tell you that you smell like a monkey.

Both of my kids are now solidly out of their baby times and as more time passes I miss those tiny babies that relied on me completely. That time is so short and sweet (mostly). I don’t know if we’ll have another baby someday but at least I have my memories, and I can live vicariously through the other moms out there. I see their pictures of their pregnant bellies and I can remember when that was me anxiously awaiting the day I would get to meet my own new baby.

So congratulations Kristen and Rebecca! I hope you both enjoy your tiny ones as much as I did. And I hope their siblings are as sweet and adorable as Nick was when they meet them for the first time. It won’t be until later that they realize the baby is going to puke on all their toys, but that’s another post…