The one with the Bawls

Jose is playing soccer with his peeps today, and I had a baby shower this morning--which I wasn't all too thrilled about until I saw the waffle bar. Yes please. We partied it up for a while and then Sara and I headed back to her house--with a pit stop at smiths. Where we found these beautiful gems.

We haven't had these since high school--and then we had them everyday, but they only had the original flavor. This time we tried the root beer one, which was delish. But I only drank half of mine so I wouldn't ruin my child's life. I'm a good mom. 

On our way to Sara's we chatted at a red light because we missed each other so much, and can't go 10 min without talking to each other. It's healthy. Or as Matt would say, "you guys are lesbians!" We may act like sister wives sometimes, but it's all in good spirit. 

Grant was so thrilled when we got to the house. "Caca?! Caca?!" 

And then he climbed on in to say hello. 

Then we had some chips, and grant is so proper and holds everything with his pinkies right on up. 

It's so sweet how much he loves his cousin. He asks for him all the time after we leave. It's precious. 

Sara wanted to clean a little so we came upstairs for that, and I had to pee but Luca was eating so I laid him on the bed and propped the bottle up, and came back to this sweetness.