Yesterday was my birthday. I woke up to the sounds of Harry awake and ready to get out of his crib. Chris is a sweetie-poo, and it was my birthday after all, so he went up to get Baby while I stayed in my cozy bed. Harry came to join me and snuggle for a bit... or, Baby Harry just wanted to play with my phone. Okay. That's really what he wanted. Phone. Not snuggles. sniff sniff. Well, I was snuggling with him, and I said to Chris, "I really wish I could spend some time with just you. Wouldn't that be nice?" I couldn't have planned that better... As it turned out, Chris had taken the afternoon off, arranged for a babysitter, was taking me out to lunch, (WITHOUT CHILDREN, thank you) and had scheduled me a massage.
Nice.
There are no photos of our scrumptious lunch. I was too busy eating it. There are no photos of us having fun looking for things to put in our new bedroom. I was having too much fun. There are no photos of myself getting a massage. Because that would be creepy, and this isn't that kind of blog. But here's a photo of a Harry Baby eating an Angry Bird cupcake. yum.
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