best. long. weekend. ever.
perfect little moments here and there, which is usually just enough. the girlies three were tucked by my side at precisely all the right times, and - poof! - disappeared to play without fighting at precisely all the rest of the right times. i like those girls very much.
and there was a dinner with a most charming uncle sugar and four of our most delightful friends and a pretty stellar tasting menu. i think i'm a little in love with tasting menus, are you? although i hadn't eaten all day and my stomach continued to growl until after the third of seven presentations, i quite liked the bite-sized pageantry of it all.
and these friends...let me just offer this: we should all have friends who are rooting for us as earnestly as we're rooting for them. it's a treat, for sure.
so. no dramas except for one. lillie wanted to peel potatoes while grae and uncle sugar were cooking. long story short - the kind of story that involves days of lillie begging off all things wet, like swim practice and showers. ick. - the tippy tip of her thumb is long gone. grae is still keeping an angry eye out for it.
uncle sugar sweetly told lill she's just like her mom, which my girl took as a compliment, never fully hearing the rest of his sentence..."so it's best if you stay out of the kitchen."
eh. what can i tell you? i lose interest after two ingredients, and sharp shiny objects distract me.
anyway. i hope your weekend was even better than mine. because i'd hate nothing more than if you had a bum few days and then had to hear all about family time and tasting menus and charming uncle sugars. which is why i added the part about the bloody thumb to spice it up a bit. just in case your long weekend lagged.
because...real friends or imaginary...i'm rooting for you just as hard as you're rooting for me. a treat, for sure.