Dave wins husband-of-the-year when he shows up from work bearing flowers, and a new Starbucks cup! My old one (which was my 2nd) had a small crack somewhere, and coffee was trapped between the plastic layers and starting to get gross. I have 2 big iced coffees per day, so it's hard to live without, and stupid Starbucks does not make enough of these cups to go around (the smaller ones are less tough to find---but I need venti). He put the flowers in the cup (like a vase) and I was so psyched about the flowers that I didn't even realize I was holding a new cup. Hee hee. Well done, Dave :)
I had a great time reuniting with a bunch of girls from high school (I'm an all-girls Catholic high school survivor) back at the school for a cocktail party honoring an old friend of mine who passed away in 2008. It was nice to actually catch up with people (vs. Facebook catching up with people) and see everyone again. Also, it was lovely to get together and remember a wonderful friend. I would share pictures of the event, except I didn't bring my camera. (Actually, that's a lie, but it sounds more normal than "I brought my camera but was so busy yapping that I never took it out of the bag".)
Maya & I went into the city with Dave, who had a show. We got to meet up with our friend Liz and her daughter, Leah, who we haven't seen in a while. Leah was so cute, saying "Maya. Maya, hi." :) Maya was her usual self---shy and silent for 3/4 of the visit, then suddenly coming alive and wanting to play right at departure time.
And then there was LOST.
I'm suffering from a LOST hangover. I got way too excited (and confused) this morning when I saw an email from LOST in my inbox . . . which I then realized was from LOFT (as in, Ann Taylor LOFT). Talk about being deflated. And I thought I pretty much wrapped my head around everything until a conversation with a friend left me wondering if I had misunderstood the whole deal. Sigh.
In an effort to distract ourselves, Maya & I did some art projects after this morning's busy-ness (PT, walk, dog park, OT).
She thinks finger paint is fun (and tasty, if you noticed the spots on her lip) . . .
After finger painting, we tried walking with the stroller, which worked out pretty well! Maya, walking solo, for the first time ever on tape: (At the end I ask her to say "Hi, Daddy!" and she actually does sign it---a quick wave for "hi" and then the sign for "Dad".)
And Parker is growing like a weed. Here is the picture from the day after we got him, and one from 1 month later. Ignore the fact that Maya looks drunk in the second picture, it was the end of a long day :)