We move in 2 weeks. I am beyond excited. Our weekends have been beyond busy, which has made packing next to impossible.
Three weeks ago Matt and I filmed a documentary. Not my project, not my work, we were in fact subjects of a documentary by a well know film maker who flew in from LaLa Land with a full crew to film us for 4 days. It was like having our own reality show; cameras, lights, & fans. They shut down restaurants, coffee shops, and city hall- just for little ole’ us. It was overwhelming, exhausting, and overall a very cool experience. They wanted to tell the story of how Matt and I met, conceived Gracen, and overcame some tremendous odds. We are so flattered that someone, anyone actually, finds our little love story so interesting. I’ll let you know when our film makes it to theaters. We took no actual photos of this event except for this one….
And here is my child making the same face this weekend while we attended several “Happy Birthday Parties” ( her words, not mine). See we’re twins.
Two weekends ago I hightailed it out of town to a dear friends wedding. I was in Chicago for exactly 20 hours. It was amazing and fun and lovely and perfect. Erin took me ( between the ceremony and reception) to high tea- is that how it’s spelled?
And she didn’t even pretend to not know me when I showed up wearing the exact same dress as all of the bridesmaids. Oh yes you read that right- I wore the bridesmaids dress. Not intentionally- I swear they sell it online and in stores for big gigantic pregnant women like myself! I literally can’t fit in anything else- and trust me I tried. By far the most embarrassing moment of my life. By far.
Needless to say this little family of 3.5 is exhasted. We wake up exhausted. We go to sleep exhausted.
But then our two year old hands me a broken ballon and tells me it’s a mustache- and I must wear it.
I mean, how can I complain when she hasn’t, not even once. She doesn’t even seem to notice the boxes everywhere or the fact that her nursery has been pulled apart. She just loves facial hair and balloons. Can you blame her?