Much of the weekend was a girls' weekend with Matt traveling to Chicago to compete with EIBB. Friday night we chilled, literally, put
our jammies on and just relaxed. I say
our jammies because my kiddo totally did it on her own...and we're talking footed jammies. She was quiet for a while in that "what's my kid up to" kind of way, but when she came running into my room, opposite arm and leg in sleeve and footed long leg. I smiled. It was a great feeling. Then I watched her try to get the other foot in the shorter, zipper side. She gave it a go, then stated that she needed to do it in her room and when she returned, she had succeeded once again. I only provided support to get the last arm in place, but she totally did it on her own...all the way to the last zzzzzzip! She was proud of herself and she should be!
Saturday we stayed in our jammies much longer than one should if they plan on leaving their homes that day. Since we had no plans, we jammed out. And mid-morning, we literally, jammed out. She has a new
LeapTop that she got with her birthday gift card from Opa and Jojo. It has a few songs pre-programmed (until her slacker of a mother actually downloaded the software to personalize it for her) and she loves to listen to the music. In fact, that's one of the only buttons she would push before. So she started playing with it and encouraged me to dance with her. Keep in mind, the songs are only about 30-45 seconds in length and include the standard nursery-rhyme types. Nonetheless, we went for it. We danced all out, jumping and bouncing and clapping after each song. I swear I had flashbacks to being 8 and just moving every part of my body to the music all while jumping as high as I could. Someone walking up to my door would have probably thought I was being attacked by bees, but I didn't care. Something about it was freeing and I felt like a lot of the stress, the anxiety, the frustration of the not-so-past few weeks flew out of my body and fell on the floor for me to land on (and perhaps stomp to oblivion) as I came down from each bounce. It was truly cathartic for me and we had fun. Fun--something I don't know that I've experienced that intensely in a while. Must. Repeat. Again!
The rest of the weekend, we hung out with amazing friends, almost lost Bobby at Outback (which has inspired me to try to write a story about the left-behind toys--unless there's already one out there), and welcomed Daddy home on Saturday. Sunday, we relished in the extra hour..er...
I did especially well because some Daddy-daughter time was had while I got to sleep a little extra. Then we played and created a Gingerbread massacre in the driveway a la sidewalk chalk. I'm getting ready for the holidays (at least in my head). I'm also crafting Christmas presents. We'll see how many I actually get completed, but it's a nice goal to set for myself.
And so much more!
