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Play dates rock.

Today was the first weekend we haven't had to rush out of the house since before Thanksgiving and we spent it at two play dates!  It was awesome.  So awesome that I had to post the pics...now. :)

Play date #1 was with Auntie Amanda, Uncle Clay, and Duke!  We headed for some coffee and the park!  Bug did not want to say goodbye to her Auntie Amanda.


She had no issues saying goodbye to Uncle Clay.  Hahaa.

After an hour nap, we met up with baby "Nate-ahn" and his mommy.  Don't be fooled by his height.  Baby N is only a couple weeks younger than Ella.  Developmentally, they make great play buddies.  :)  Because baby N and Bug are so close in age, his mommy and I were pregnant at the same time.  Not only did we have our babies so close together, but they both managed to have similar personalities.  Yes.  Baby N's mommy is one of the few people who can understand how Bug can be and the difficulties that come with having a baby that's hypersensitive.  Although we only communicated via email when the kids were just born, we grew so close and I'm pretty sure God worked some of his magic by placing her in my life.  She has been such a great support for me in my transition into mommyhood.  God bless her for listening to me cry about not knowing how to soothe my newborn who never napped (and when she did, would wake up to the sound of you breathing), always threw up anything she ate, and cried incessantly.  God put so many angels in my life and for that I am so thankful.     

Sharing?  (Note:  Those are baby N's books that Bug refuses to give back.)

Nah.

Scuffle.

Chasing bubbles make everything better.









Only the hub's daughter could pick out ONE bubble to pop and follow that ONE and disregard all the rest.









After bubbles we headed to Barnes and Nobles to do some light reading.  By light I mean Elmo and Thomas the Train.







After some sharing of a slice of pizza, snacks, bubble chasing, and reading, we ended the play date holding hands.

 Refusing to let go.  Hey.  When you've got something good, you do all you can to keep it. :)


I know, baby N.  Her love hurts.

We got Bug home and she went to bed without a fight and from what baby N's mommy told me, he did too. Play dates rock.  It's awesome how tired they get.

God Bless,
Kat

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