We had a great weekend. My in-laws came up from Florida and as a last minute surprise guest...my sister-in-law from Arizona. The weather was beautiful. We hung around, ate, drank and we were merry. My husband somehow talked his father into 12 hours of torture that included, nuts, bolts, about a thousand little pieces of wood and a sliding board. We went to the casinos. Pretended to be the rich and famous in Louis Vuitton and Tiffany's. And the food...oh the food. (I'm definitely starting Weight Watchers this week.) But the best part of the weekend came at around 1:30am on Sunday morning. I came down with a screaming, hungry baby in arms. My husband's dad and sister were still up chatting. And as I was changing his diaper, my sister in law said "Do you want me to feed him?" I of course answered,"Oh no, I couldn't let you do that, you must be tired." She again offered, "No really its fine, I'm up and not really tired, what do I do with him when he's done eating?" I took no more chances at the graciousness granted. I let her feed him. It was heaven.
What a great weekend spent amongst our wonderful family.
What a great weekend spent amongst our wonderful family.
Oh and our daughter is officially potty trained also with a coaxing from family.
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