Ramblings about our weekend...

And what a weekend it was!!!

The Muffin and I had an AWESOME "Girl's Day". We started off at T.arget, then hit Chick-F.il-A for lunch (where the sweet tea was divine!) and tried to find a Mi.chael's that doesn't exist. (I made the mistake of calling Mi.chael's the craft store, so Muff kept yelling, "I believe this is not the crack store!") After that we went to Pet Sm.art to visit the animals and then to Linens-N-Th.ings to check out the "Going Out of Business Sale". We finished most of our Christmas shopping while we were out and I bought a fabulous hot pink body pillow to help me stay on my side when I sleep. Muff was pooped and slept on the thirty minute drive home and then for another 2 hours after I carried her inside.

Today was an exciting day, as well! We went to church, announced our pregnancy in Sunday School and had Japanese food for lunch. (I've been craving Japanese food all week, so it really hit the spot!) We stopped off for ice cream and then came home for a glorious family nap! The town Christmas parade was today (???) and we were invited to a pre-parade party, but we were asleep and missed it. We managed to make it to the Christmas tree lighting at Depot Park and The Muffin even sat on Santa's lap. We were there for an hour and a half in the cold, so I made hot cocoa for us when we arrived home.

Now, about Depot Park and Santa...

The Depot Park just may be our favorite thing about our town...other than Ms. Myra our Kindermusik teacher and our fabulous church. We meet Big Daddy there for picnics in the spring and summer, go there for concerts on Thursday evenings in the summer and then of course, splash in the fountain and climb on Engine #12 when it's convenient. Last year we attended the Christmas tree lighting and arrival of Santa and Muff's been wondering where the big guy's been ever since. Seeing her look at him and blink her eyes with amazement was worth having to stand in line for those 90 minutes. She told him that she wanted a chocolate dollhouse! We were on our way home and she said, "I forgot to tell Santa 'stomething'. My fingernail polish always comed off." I promised her that we'd write him a note or see him again this season.