We ate out more than we ate at home, squeezed in a day date with a baby, and had a bad ass family night with just the five of us swimming at the court club and ending the night with pizza.
We went on a walk, the girls got to hang out with Cameron's mom and later got spoiled by my parents at outback. We're at an awesome stage with all of them where we can go to restaurants and not have to scarf down our food or worry about a awful meltdown. I may have to whip my boob out and feed little rour but that's it, I'm discreet incase you were interested.
And Sunday? Sundays are for sleeping in and Jammie's all day. pancakes. sprinkles for remy and chocolate chips for raygan. It's for painting your toes a pretty shade of pink because whether it's my decision of food, clothing, or nail polish color, my choice if reflected upon my girls. It's for full house episodes on repeat and multiple cups of coffee. Sundays are for endless piles of blankets and baby cuddles.