In celebration of my Grandma Nana's birthday yesterday, my mom treated the four generations of us girls to pedicures. Ironically, it was the first pedicure for both Addi and my grandma. Grandma only cried a little at the beginning. Oh, wait, that was Addi. :-)
Joy, these pictures are for you...
On to my next subject: guilt. Saturday I have a wonderful day in Pella planned. Catching up with friends, a softball game, and picnic. So, what's the problem? This is the problem...
Eli. He is the problem. This sweet little cupcake is such a mama's boy. I just don't know that I can leave him for the entire day. This next fact might take you by surprise, but it's true.
In the 8 months since he was born, I have not spent more than 4 hours away from Elijah.
Wow. Not necessarily something that I'm proud of. Truth be told, I'm sure he'll be fine, but I hate the idea of him screaming while I'm off enjoying time with friends on a beautiful day. So, there you have it. I'm overcome with guilt. I feel guilty leaving him with anyone. Even my husband. Not because J isn't more than capable, or willing, but because I don't want J to have a bad day either.
Please know that I am well aware of the fact that this is silly. I know I need to get out and enjoy some me time. I know it'll be good for both Eli and J to spend time alone together & figure out how to "get along." And I know that it will be fine.
Did I mention Elijah does not take a bottle?
Finally, a cute story from my girl:
On the way to Walgreens last week Addi asked, "Us going to our favorite store, Target, Mom?"
Yep, obviously, I spend waaayyy too much time at the Big T.
Ok, that's all for now. I've got a big post coming. And when I say big, I mean BIG. Right now I'm just praying on the right words to share with you. So, stay tuned.