We booked a shack and hung out playing Word Yahtzee, reading, eating antipasto, walking along the beach and talking. Lots and lots of talking. She's quite the chatterbox. I don't say that with any surprise, just with a slight raised eyebrow that she was able to continue talking for such a extraordinarily long time without so much as a pause.
Plus, to top even that, Nate's had a pretty good week. We've only had one meltdown so far this week and one small round of squealing. Compared to the three to four meltdowns a day he was having and the constant screaming I feel like I'm on holiday. Like a real holiday. All that's missing is the cocktails.
Time for photos to show how ridiculously good this week was.
|My girl xo|
|We did each other's make up...|
|Shacks are the best. I want one.|
|The beach is my happy place. How could you not be peaceful here?|
|Willow held my hand the whole time we went on our walk. Bless!|
|Willow turned the 9, her last year of single digits. She was so excited to have a cake for school.|
|Jude is delighted by Willow's home birthday cake. Two in one day? Fist pump!|
|I probably have the best job in the world. How much fun is this?|
|Chillin with Russell, watching Toy Story. Again.|
Happy fist pump friday xo