One day in the life of the Morris Three included, but was not limited to, the following:
= a card-playing breakfast =
= some car TLC =
= family time in the kitchen as Dad cooked lunch =
= day-time couching =
= a hot baby nursing =
= Dad eating food at an African Feast =
because everyone needs a "Happy BBQ cake"
pig ears or "pork gummy bears" as Matt calls them
The next morning, we helped Kelly and Brad unload their truck. So good to have them back.
I hate it when weekends are over.
Friday night Joel's parents came to hang out with Bowie while Joel and I celebrated my birthday with an amazing dinner out. If you live in Seattle, go to Altura. Though not a connoisseur myself, Joel said that the fois gras there ruined him for anywhere else. The food was excellent, but I was swimming on a sea of prosecco and campari and may have thought anything was good.
On my actual birthday, I got up early to go get my hair did. Afterward, I came home and held my baby. Joel went and got us burgers for dinner and I spent the majority of the day with more Prosecco and Campari. It's my new favorite. If you are inclined:
In a champagne flute, combine:
1oz Gin
1-2 drops blood orange bitters
Fill 3/4 of the way with Campari
Top with Prosecco (or champagne of any kind, but the dryer the better).
I love that just below a picture of my sweet baby girl is a recipe for one boozing cocktail.
Sunday is for pancakes.
And Mass Effect 3.
And holding grandbabies.
And classy wine chillin' techniques.
And birthday gifts.
And hanging out with Grandpa.
And Angel Food bday cake!
And Trees.
And admiring our daughter.
And hot baths.
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Joel heads back to work tomorrow. May gods have mercy on my souls.
Weekend Round Up
I could give you a myriad of details that amalgamated into a divine weekend such as a gorgeous girl in an ultrasound, tasty foods, spring cleaning projects, new blossoms, long walks in Magnison Park, meandering drives around gorgeous neighborhoods, playing with the cutest puppy, dinner with easy friends, meaningful discussions about pregnancy and birth with my lover, naps, and root beer floats. However, suffice it to say my happiness was due to the appearance of one most brilliant star. This particular star is brighter than 85% of the stars in the Milky Way.
How I love you, sun - even if you are just a bunch of plasma.
Back to a rainy week,