flatirons

After a quick dinner tonight, I changed into super comfy clothes (a.k.a. messy, slouchy, not the least bit presentable...you get the picture) and we all headed off to Flatirons. A few weeks ago I ordered my niece, Eliana's baptism gift and I completely forgot to pick it up. OOPS! Since the baptism is this weekend and I need to get it in the mail by tomorrow the trip was essential.

As we were walking through the mall towards the store, Annabelle told me she really needed to use the potty.  B went to get the gift and Annabelle and I took off running for the restrooms. Of course, as we're running through the mall we smack right into one of my work collegues and he wanted me to stop and introduce us to his family. He was kind of looking at me weird and it became rather clear when I caught mine and Annabelle's reflection in the mirror in the restroom. I basically had on what looked like ill-fitting pj's and once again it appears I'm incapable of washing Annabelle's face after a meal. We both had rather sad looking ponytails - if you could even call them ponytails. We looked like a bunch of hobos!

We figured since we were already a mess, and let me tell ya, Gwyneth was wearing half her dinner on her face and shirt too, we decided to spend the rest of the evening in the sandbox outside Flatirons. What's a little more dirt at this point? The girls got a much needed bath when we got home and it seems I may have finally cleaned their dinner off their face...maybe, just maybe.

We read many, many, many books before bed and Annabelle continues to impress us by reciting Goodnight Moon cover to cover. My favorite is when she says "Good night stars, Good night air". She just says it so very sweet. Gwyneth is really interested in reading these days too and will sit on my lap and read book after book after book. Her favorites are anything Elmo, anything with flaps, and Gossie and Gertie. I'm quite content to sit and read to my girls all night.

I tend to go to bed around 12:30/1:00 (if I'm lucky - I don't sleep well). It still amazes me that every night around midnight Annabelle comes stumbling out of her room, still half asleep, to go potty. She never wets her bed, but she never really wakes up. She goes right back to sleep when she's done. The funny part is I go in with her (I'm afraid she'll fall asleep and fall off!) and she just starts talking. It never makes much sense, but I'm pretty certain it's about whatever she's been dreaming. She'll tell me about Gwyneth or taking care of babies or her friends or playing outside. It's a crack up! It's certainly a weird moment that we have every evening, but I'm quite certain I'll miss it when it's gone....