On February 3rd and 4th I had the opportunity to attend my first Time Out for Women. I loved it. The speakers and performers were great and I got to spend a lot of time with both my mothers and my new friend and neighbor, Suzanne. We ate a lot of truffles. It was wonderful. The funny thing is, as nice as it was to have a break from my busy mom life and responsibilities, every time I saw a little baby I became so anxious to have and hold my own baby again. When we found out we were pregnant with Edison (about four months earlier than I was anticipating--surprise!) I remember feeling overwhelmed and nervous and NOT READY (Eloise was only nine months old). But those "ready" feelings are coming just in time.
So I'm not a fan of Super Bowl Sunday. David, of course, is a huge fan and likes to make a party out of it. I however, feel like I have to shield my kids from the horrible commercials and would rather be weeding than watching football for three or so hours. But I try to be supportive of this big game since he tries to be supportive of my dislike for regular football watching on Sundays. We invited his parents and our friends the Hanks to come watch. And then suddenly the supportive and understanding Janelle went away. And out came a grumpy an very ornery version of myself. It was pretty and I have such a hard time hiding my true feelings, so I think everyone sensed I was a grouch. But we survived the party and on Monday I decided to take a quick retreat down to my mother's with the girls.

After about an hour into the drive, it hit me that a 4 1/2 hour car ride with three small children was probably not the best idea for someone needed to "get away" and catch her breath.

So we got our hair cut at my mom's favorite salon in Cedar, stayed one night and drove home the next day.

At least we came home cuter (and happier). I'm so glad I married a patient man who knows me better than I sometimes know myself. Love coming home to him.



















































