You know the only thing better than a weekend with your best friends in the world?
A weekend with your best friends and their kids.
I've heard this said before, but this weekend it was made real for me: Nothing makes me feel more loved than seeing someone love my baby. Wow.
I am home from my long weekend with my college girlfriends. (We call ourselves 'The 12,' I realized I didn't really explain this in my last post, so feel free to read here for explanation. I love that post... It makes me cry every time.) Sam got to meet his aunties, and I got to stock up on quality time with the girls that have loved me since LONG before marriage/baby/work/etc. It was a win-win. I am feeling known, cared for, and refreshed.
As always, this group knows how to make me laugh like no other. But, what I probably loved most was just "doing life" with them. This was the most "babies" we've ever had together. It definitely changed the dynamic of the weekend - a lot more structure based around meal time, nap time, bath time, etc. and a lot less "out of the house" time. (Actually, no out of the house time unless you count taking a walk around the neighborhood. I didn't wear make-up or anything other than t-shirts the whole time I was gone. Loved.it.) Things didn't really quiet down until after eight each night when the kiddos were in the bed, but I loved having a "team" to help me with my boy. I loved seeing my friends care for him - even in the mundane things like applying sunscreen and feeding breakfast - and sitting beside them as I did my regular routine. The weekend made me miss living close to them (heck, the last time we lived in the same town; we also lived in the same house... I can just imagine that now), but it also made me treasure the time we do get to spend together.
Anyway, it was good. Really good. Here are a few photos for my own documentation and your viewing pleasure. I dare you not to smile when you look at them!
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