On Monday, she took charge of the babies and sent me off for a day of me. I think I may have peeled out of the driveway, so excited was I. I rocked out to Ke$ha and headed for downtown to get my hair did. I met The Lisa for lunch, I strolled through Anthropolgie then up and down South Congress without a stroller or Bjorn to weigh me down. Bliss, people, it was BLISS. I looked around at the river and the skyline and the eclectic friendly people all around me and felt so proud to be an Austinite. And vowed to leave my suburbia bubble a lot more often and eat cupcakes served out of an Airstream trailer as any good Austinite must do. Yesterday, there was a fun trip to the Pease Park splash pad, a place I knew Anderbug would love and had been itching to take him to when I had someone to sit in the shade with V. And he did love it (minus the part where he wandered off the splash pad and into an ant bed and had his legs attacked). Today, we chill. Tomorrow, we venture to the outlet mall. And Friday, my J and I celebrate SIX years of marriage. Holy schmokes. SIX YEARS. Our marriage could start KINDERGARTEN, that's how old it is.
For the record, it's pretty much impossible to get a cute picture of your almost-two-year-old at a splash park. The glaring afternoon sun, the water shooting a little too close to my Nikon, the way he was running 85mph and most certainly was not even going to entertain the idea of stopping to smile for the camera. But see? He had fun.
This picture's no better, but it melts my heart. Bug and I were at CFA waiting on our lunch in the drive through, and I looked back to see what he was being so quiet about. (Because any mom knows that quiet = something is about to be destroyed, probably something expensive and/or irreplaceable.) There was my boy, cuddling his sister's baby doll up to his face, giving it kisses and patting its back (and shielding and protecting its heart, KreepyKasey style!)