Five years ago today, Bex and I shared the best little townhouse in the best little town in the South. It was quiet, it was orderly, it was always clean; it saw a fair amount of wine drinking, from-scratch dinners, girls' nights, and trash TV. It was perfection. On more than one occasion, Bex noticed that I was out of my favorite yogurt and picked some more up at the store, unprompted. If either of us found someone else's clothes in the dryer and needed to use it, we folded them.
These days neither of us has a life that is quiet, or orderly, or includes discretionary TV watching. Not only does no one in my house but me do any grocery shopping whatsoever, the smallest members sometimes open an entire carton of my favorite yogurt and dump it on the floor. Just for no reason.
A roomie weekend was much, much needed. It reminded us that we will never have a living situation as idyllic as our old one again, but underscored that we are #soblessed. For real. Neither of us had any idea half a decade ago that we would have three perfect, healthy, funny, incredible little people to show for our overworked and sleepless troubles. Not to mention long-suffering husbands who are every bit along for the ride.
It was just bonus that our kids loved each other. Ford, out of nowhere, turned out to l-o-v-e Emma, and didn't leave her side all weekend. He kept chasing us waving her bottle and yelling "baby! bottle!" as if we were starving his little sidekick.
It was so reassuring that some things never change. It just takes less wine to put us in bed before midnight, and we have to hide it from our kids. And our Friday night entertainment consisted of riding plasma cars in the house, which I regretfully did not capture on film.
It was adorable, and the perfect ending to an ass-kicker of a four day week.
We did manage to squeeze in a Ryans Wednesday, something we will seriously miss when we leave West Point.
We survived ballet, even if Ford did "crash my class," according to Finley.
Finley's ice skating debut went about as well as could be expected
Ford's life isn't too terrible, his own assertions to the contrary. Here he is eating a cupcake with no pants on, which is basically my version of nirvana.
In addition to the photos with Baby Emma, which are priceless, two of my favorites from the week are this one, of Finley & Ford's typical morning. Breakfast and Sesame Street in Mom & Dad's bed. They are really living the life.
And this midweek special, of all the fun that can be had with an amazon box. We are never buying toys again, ever.
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