We received an invitation from some lovely friends of ours to go to the beach after work and roast hot-dogs and marshmallows and devour them until our stomachs were fit to explode. How could we say no? So off we went to Santa Cruz, and did you know the stars are very bright by the ocean, and the sound of waves crashing in the darkness is super soothing and I think I might just buy a tent so that some time soon we can go again and just stay there all night, eating s'mores and being poetic 'n whatnot. PS. Doesn't Rubzabelle look sorta like King Tut in those pictures?
Sadly, we had to leave the beach and go home, where we got maybe four hours of sleep before we were up again and off to the San Jose Flea Market.
SO. That was Saturday. And because Rebecca Black took the time to teach us the days of the week, we all know that Saturday comes after Sunday (Yeah, I just re-read that, but upon further reflection I'm going to leave it because it actually is a good representation of the educational qualities of Rebecca Black's videos), so that's what's next. Unfortunately, Sunday was not super pleasant.
Ruby woke up with gunk in her eye and was sick and unhappy all day long, poor thing. Thankfully, she's doing loads better this morning and though she has a bit of a cough, seems so much happier. Yay for a happy baby. I mean, she woke up three times last night which she hasn't done since she was two or three weeks old, but yay for happiness! Hopefully she starts sleeping better at night as soon as she feels completely well.
So that was out weekend condensed into a few pictures and words. And this morning I dropped Leighton off at the airport with a kiss and a butt pat and said good-bye because he's off to Dallas for the week for work which means I get to spend a whole lotta one on one time with baby girl until our special surprise guests arrive on Wednesday.
Life is good.