How did I do with my birthday 35 things? Let’s take a look:
Eat pancakes for breakfast Delicious dinner
Yoga Take a nap Walk (possibly 35 minutes!) Put on pants (this will be a harder one) Watch a few episodes of Vampire Diaries
- Play a little Dragon Age
Take a nap Read some trashy vampire novels Cuddle with the cats Hang out with the architect Do some laundry Take a nap
- Make cupcakes
- Install the carseat
Make a pillow fort
- Watch the Academy Awards (this may or may not happen)
Take a nap Recline on the couch Drive out to the gorge for nature looking & lunch
- Another yoga session
Sniff some gin longingly Take a nap Sip a Double Mountain IRA Listen to 35 of the 69 love songs Soak up some vitamin D
- Grilled Cheese Food Cart!
Take a nap
- Purchase the bathroom accessories so the bathroom can finally be finished!
Hydrate! Have some ice cream (perhaps in Blizzard form!) Have fun, stay relaxed, and be happy Take a nap
Surprisingly, there was no cake this weekend. I didn’t feel like making myself any cake, and no other cakes appeared to me. However, I know I get a cupcake on Wednesday, so it’s okay! I feel pretty good about my weekend. It was very relaxing, and it was nice doing very little. We didn’t get the careseat installed, but we did get the crib put together & the changing table mounted to the wall. I’m not really into decorating or anything, so I’m not making Alvie’s room some kind of wonderful nursery showcase. It’ll be a nursery/guest room for the next few years, and he’s a tiny baby & most likely doesn’t care what I do to the walls. When he gets old enough to have an opinion, hopefully we’ll be in a house where he can have his own room & we can decorate it however he wants. But for now, it’s staying espresso, sage & red. It’s also staying a little cramped.
The only pictures I took this weekend show off items 12 and 22. I got the cutest baby robe (it’s a shark! and it says “let the fin begin”), and since I don’t yet have a baby, I got Darwin to model it for me. He was THRILLED! I was going to try to get his arms (front legs?) in the arm-holes, but that was further than he was willing to let it go. I wish I had a docile cat like Jen’s (scroll down to the last picture – trust me, it’s worth it)!