Memorial Day Weekend 2014

Our Memorial Day weekend turned out to be a lot different from the one we planned.  We were scheduled to leave on Friday morning to spend the weekend with Trinity's grandmother, Wellie, and his aunt and uncle.  

I woke up around 5a.m. that morning yakking my guts up.  It was a lovely scene.  I still have no idea what was wrong with me, but there was no way I could get in a car/minivan and ride 8 1/2 hours to Pennsylvania.

My two loves left me crying and yakking.  I'm so glad that I decided to stay home, though.  I didn't feel normal until Saturday afternoon.

Lady Genevieve traveled like a champ with her father, her Abby and her Papi.  Abby and Genevieve relaxed with some coffee on Saturday morning.  

I love this picture because they have the same coiffure.  

Wellie and Aunt Rose had created an egg tree with candy and toys for Genevieve.  It was a late Easter celebration.  

Wellie was in full force with her cooking.  Everyone was pleasantly surprised that our toddler was a fan of Cuban cuisine.  

On bedtime on Saturday, hugs were given.

The family went to a little amusement park that was in Wellie's town.  

They had a wonderful visit and I was so sad that I missed it.

Thank you to Wellie, Aunt Rose and Uncle Paul for taking care of my two true loves!

Back at the ranch, I spent all of Friday and Saturday morning in bed.  I attended Quinn and Mack's 3rd birthday party.  I finally met Hadley, my friend Melissa's baby.  

She was all smiles.

 The Wonder twins were in full effect.  

I was jazzed to get some cake after 24 hours of keeping nothing down.  

I also got a massage on Saturday, went to hot yoga and a BBQ on Sunday, took naps both days, and still squeezed in time for a selfie with Kashmir.  

This beaut was taken on Saturday morning.  5 lbs lighter and white as a ghost.  

It was nice to have the house all to myself!

Tubing, but not in a Lake

My little family has been boring lately.  Last week we had a little cold snap, and I dressed Genevieve in one of my all time favorite outfits that belonged to my niece, Caroline.

Velour in May?

My mother always taught me to dress according to the weather, not the season.  So there.

There was even a fleece vest involved.

This is my favorite view every morning.  Trinity straps in G and I hop in and start the Sesame Street CD.  

She spent last weekend with my parents.  I was able to attend yoga at the IMA.  

The scenery was beautiful!

I sat a lot on the couch with these two.  

On Sunday we went to Broad Ripple and had lunch with our best pals.  Then we grabbed popsicles.

Sweet Liam was quite pensive in front of the freezer.  

When Genevieve came home, she was back to marching in the laundry room.  

She also got a hold of some of my lip gloss/stick that she refused to relinquish control of.  It became blush for cheeks and chin.  Shiny and ever so easy to wash off.  

On Tuesday we took a family field trip to the otolaryngologist, which may be my favorite word.

My daughter terrorized the office.  I was able to showcase my stellar parenting skills for all of the people in the waiting room.  She tried to stick her finger in a light socket and ate some random pretzels that she found under a chair.

Then the examination proved to a very highly educated individual, her otolaryngologist,  that we are incapable of keeping her from once again sticking her finger in a light socket or from pulling the electrical cord out of the X-ray film light view thingamabob.

Grumpy Cat was there the whole time with his disapproving glare.

We departed with her minor outpatient procedure scheduled to have ear tubes inserted.  

I departed with a red face and sweaty armpits.  No joke.

Fun with my Favorite Peeps

My lady love and I continue to take loads of selfies, usually in the laundry room before school.  That was a great pun, in case you missed it.  Loads in the laundry room.  

We busted out the spring attire for our 84 degree day on Thursday. YaYa picked up Genevieve from school on Friday, and they frolicked in the neighbor's flowers.  

My dear mother snapped this shot of beautiful Kashmir.  We are celebrating her Quinceanera all week, mostly because I'm too lazy to look up her actual birthdate on her American Association of Purebred Felines or Fancy A** cats or whatever.  

I just know she's 15 years old this week or next.  

Yes, that is a kitty-sized tiara.  

On Saturday we had big plans for the zoo, but were sidetracked by another liquid lunch for momma at the Bakersfield Taco Company on Mass Ave.  My own dear Madre was driving.  I only had to steer the toddler.  My parents and Robby and Meghan joined us.  

We made our usual pit stop at the toy store.  Those be-khakied legs belong to Bob, purchasing yet another toy for Miss Sassafras. 

Genevieve was beyond excited about this Grumpy Cat bust that we discovered.  

She couldn't stop staring at it.  

  

Then we headed home for roller coastering.  This was G's big Easter present, and I had "forgotten" it at my parents' house.  

Our yard now has all of the plastic finery of a ghetto daycare.  Speaking of such, our fence is being sealed and painted very soon.  

On Mother's Day we enjoyed our very first family nap in our bed.  I think this is where G discovered her crib is bunk and our bed is amazing.  

Round 2 of grandparents rolled in this afternoon.  Abby shared the spotlight with Elmo, as usual.  

G's new whip is another piece of plastic.  

She engaged Papi in some serious conversation, all while remaining perfectly balanced on her quadricycle.  

And scene!

Time to remove a shirt.  

We had such a wonderful weekend surrounded by both sides of the family.  

Our Weekend

Our weekend started with an early pick up of Miss Genevieve from daycare on Friday.

She had another double ear infection.

No more wishy-washiness for us.  We go to the ENT in two weeks and most likely our girl will be getting some tubes!

All of the cool kids are doing it.

My little lady love is particularly clingy of late.  She is about 2 inches behind me at all times, if she is not peeking out from between my legs.

I wish I was kidding.

So when she saw me doing a little stretching, she joined right in.  

She now mimics everything she sees.

*It's amazing how big my legs look in these photos.  It is just a bad angle and they are totally normal.  Except that they're not. 

On Saturday we visited Indy Reads Books, a great little used bookstore downtown.  They had therapy dogs visiting, so I jumped at the chance to take G.

She just loves dogs.  

She warmed up quickly to Terrence, this Mini-Pin.

This was as close as she would get to Hallie, the Poodle. Maybe it was the puff ponytail on the top that unnerved my child.  I was rather disappointed, because I thought that dog was cuuuuute.  

I mean, look at those toes!

G ripped up a book before I could get to her, so I embraced the "You break it, you buy it" policy.  I was relieved to be out only $1.  If it ain't a board book, G will shred a book like it's toilet paper. 

I rewarded such naughtiness with a trip to one of my favorite spots.  The name says it all.  It is not false advertising.  

Their truffles are my favorite, but they also make some great gelato.  Gelato for Genevieve would make a great book title. 

 I had to make a tough choice today between running up to the mall and taking a nap.  Naps usually win, but I had lots to return.  I came home to see my little copycat working hard with her father.  

Trinity cleaned out the garage and swept the screened in porch today.  I took a nap.  The mall trip really wore me out.  Our yard is looking more springy each day!  Only 18 more school days left!

Abby and Papi recently visited for an overnight adventure.  They took G outside for a walk.  I assure you that this is Genevieve, not the Unabomber.  

We parked it, as usual.

Papi was the King of the Cozy Coupe neighborhood trekking.  I tried to take out the floorboard last week so she could start Flintstoning herself around.

No dice.  

She refused to do any work, and would scream and throw her head against the steering wheel.

Talk about road rage.

How many adults does it take to swing a toddler?

This is my favorite video lately.  Patsy is greatly concerned that Genevieve won't learn to spell her name until middle school.  Therefore, they have started working on it early. 

We now sing this jingle regularly.  Each time I sing it I laugh about the prevalence of vowels in my poor child's name.