weekend fun

We had a great weekend at the lake with Tom and Carly! The girls were angels all weekend. Jacob and I left around 4, and Carly and Tom were close behind us out of town. We met up in auburn (had to stop and feed Mae), and got there around 7. Friday night we did steamed shrimp, raw veggies to dip, easy stuff. Saturday the guys left for the Auburn game around 2ish. Carly's bday party was Saturday complete with an Issa-decorated "bayday cake".

The guys left around 2 for Auburn for the game and us girls stayed and got our groove on. Issa threw countless rocks and pinecones in the lake, Mae slept, and we all danced to Fergie's Big Girls Don't Cry. How can you NOT like that song? It's so danceable!

Saturday when the girls went down Carly made some drink: skip and go naked or something to that effect. A bit of vodka, lemonade, and BEER! It was tasty and we watched HSM2. Adorable! I haven't seen the first one!

What a fun weekend with fun friends. We can't wait for the next one!

And check out these adorable numbers. They have a wide leg and are so deep blue! They are long long long, and I can't wait to break them in at Poker Night 9/21 at Amanda and Mike's. Is that nervy to wear my Poker winnings to their house??? Heehee-http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2936820/0~2376780~6009391~6009905~6009908?mediumthumbnail=Y&origin=category&searchtype=&pbo=6009908&P=1

Loving two

I walk along holding your 2-year-old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship. Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited. And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you?

Then she is born, and I watch you. I watch the pain you feel at having to share me as you’ve never shared me before. I hear you telling me in your own way, “Please love only me."

And I hear myself telling you in mine, “I can’t," knowing in fact, that I never can again.

You cry. I cry with you.

I almost see our new baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared.

A relationship we can never quite have again. But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty. I’m afraid to let you see me enjoying her — as though I am betraying you.

But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection. More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine. The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two. There are new times – only now, we are three.

I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other.I watch how she adores you — as I have for so long. I see how excited you are by each of her new accomplishments. And I begin to realize that I haven’t taken something from you, I’ve given something to you. I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you. I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong. And my question is finally answered, to my amazement.

Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you — only differently. And although I realize that you may have to share my time, I now know you’ll never share my love. There’s enough of that for both of you – you each have your own supply.

I love you — both. And I thank you both for blessing my life.

— Author Unknown

Thank you, Angelle, for sharing on your blog! This writing truly sums up so much of my thinking during these last months with my now *2* girls...