Yesterday, the emotion of the day was grateful. 62 degrees in mid November? HOLLAH! So the moment the littles stirred from their naps, I grabbed them up and we were off. To the park, for what will very likely be our very last park trip until spring arrives. (In July.) We ran around that park until the sun sank down below the trees lining the lake, then we shivered our way back to the car and waved a sad buh-bye to the park before it's buried beneath 83 feet of snow.
So long, park.
And Friday? Friday's emotion is something like "OMG I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED I MIGHT PEE MY PANTS!" On Friday, Miss V and I are off on our very first mother/daughter road trip. To Minneapolis, to meet up with my other very best friends/college roomies/sorority sisters/girls who I missed TERRIBLY while away on my southern sabbatical. Even more exciting? Between us, we've got four baby girls age 8.9(!) months to 22 months, and this will be the first time Vivian has met any of them. Big, squealy girlfest to ensue. I'll miss my boys, who will be back home holding down the fort and wearing mismatched clothing, but they'll most certainly enjoy some dude time (and a break from my many emotions).