Oh well... it is. So let's start with a recap of my weekend, shall we?
I ended the work part of Friday with a friend.
Yes, that is my friend. :)
Then I ran to the grocery to get the weekend's munchies, scurried to the ballpark, sat in the rain and watched B's nephew play a baseball game, and then joined his family for pizza.
Then I crashed. I had lost sleep the night before so your truly was zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... :)
[Dear Reagan, mom wanted to sleep in. But thanks. Although one day I will sing your praises for waking me up on time, let's not do this unless it's a work day, mmmk? Because I mean, you know what days are work days, right? Smarrrrrrt doggie. Love, your mama.]
Okay... so I woke up at 9:00 am and felt amazeballs. I never, ever, ever get to sleep in so this was glory for me. I got up, ate this...
and felt even more fabulous.
Now, my opinion on the movie...
Please excuse this horrible picture of me. I was having a no makeup weekend.
Dear Roxie Jane,
Sometimes mama gets onto you a lot. Sometimes you are mean and make mama feel like I'm losing it. But then sometimes you crawl up in my lap, give me those eye liner perfect eyes and make me melt into little pieces. These past three years have been stressful, a huge adjustment, and sometimes aggrivating. But they have also been some of the sweetest memories I can think of. You are a great little sister for Reagan. You keep him on this toes. You keep me on my toes. You are one in a million little Roxie Jane. And we love you!
Happy 3rd Birthday to Mama's Princess!
Love, Reagan & Mom.