First, and pretty much entirely unrelated, a spread of lovely Colorado scenery for your viewing pleasure:
Okay! These are the things that have happened, a smorgasboard of my deepest deep thoughts, and this is probably definitely one of those blog posts where you will be a better person for reading, can you tell already?
My college roommate, Betty, was in town on Friday, which was a real treat considering we haven't seen each other since college. She met my girls and I ate eggplant at lunch (!!!) and we had so much fun talking and catching up that we forgot to get a photo together. Don't you love when that happens?
Next, you should know, I was treated to a sleepy Saturday morning; and once so informed, pulled the sheet back up over my head and was lulled to a doze by the sounds of Trevor readying the girls for their day. Suddenly it was too quiet, so I woke with a start, naturally, because all moms know SILENCE IS BAD NEWS! Except in this case, it was not; it was the very, very opposite, as it turns out. My clan had ventured out into the world and returned with a bag of donuts. What a way to start, Saturday!
And as the trend was established, thus it was so. Because since my eldest decided to go on Ikea adventures with her daddy and grandparents, I was left with a quiet house once again during Edi's nap time. Wouldn't you like to know what I did? Well, I will tell you: I read. And none of this Internet nonsense... "reading." No, I read a book, an actual book.
Ikea adventures lasting hours, as they do, Edith and I found the afternoon ours and ours alone, so we decided it only made sense to do something that is ordinarily more challenging with a strong-willed toddler in-tow. Since the babe is but nine months and really has no say, I decided such an activity should be: SHOPPING! People of the universe: Thank me later, because I'm about to inform you that Forever21 jeans are currently $7.80, and they fit in that perfectly awesome cheap stretchy denim sort of way. So get to it!
Let me pause for a moment to melt your hearts like butter, because whilst Iris was at Ikea, she found a plush fox (another Foxpert, Rebecca!) that she thought she'd like to have, and Trevor is a sucker for such things and so he bought it. And it had as its companion a little baby fox, which Iris determined was "for Baby Edi." So. There you have it. Keep reading when you've picked yourselves back up off the floor.
Additionally, and not a smooth transition at all, I think it's wonderful to use the final weeks of summer doing really summery things, like I'm convincing myself that I'm sad to see it go. (We all know I'm tapping my feet at August, and probably September, just waiting for pretty leaves and crisp air and after that snowstorms, but nevermind!) Saturday we were perfectly summery and we met the Williamses at the Cultivate Festival in City Park where we danced to Cold War Kids and planted tomato seeds and ate outrageously spicy tacos. Here is a thing about festivals, and this is a mom-of-toddlers moment, so, deal with it; but potty-trained toddlers open up a whole new world, which, up to this point, I have been pretty keen on avoiding. Yes, I'm speaking of porta-potties, and have you taken your toddler to pee in a porta-potty? Because while I'm gritting my teeth and repeating with hysteria in my voice "DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING," Iris was curious about every part of what she determined was a "silly" experience. Stop! I cannot relive this.
Despite all this nonsense and excitement, we actually were quite a sad bunch this weekend, what with all the Noels overrun with an inexplicable allergy plague. Every one of us, itching eyes and runny noses and sore throats and sniffles. We're a mess I tell you! And this is baffling to me since I've never been especially prone to allergies. But at least we're all in this together.
And to wrap up a jam-packed weekend, we traveled to Colorado Springs yesterday for dinner with some family. Trevor and I tried to be sneaky and plan the drive during nap time for a nice, quiet iced coffee car date; but babies always have different plans in mind. No matter--the trip turned into a good sing-a-long with some carseat dancing thrown in for good measure.
Voila! And there you have it! Don't you feel better now, knowing all that?