our weekend

this is for S.O.S. over at harpers happenings

 sweater and trousers:Anthropologie/ heels: UO/ clutch:thrifted/ necklace:elladolce /glasses: Oliver Peoples

margarita time

wine time

I forgot how to walk in heels since having Quinne :(

loving grandma

serious

enjoying grass and sun

auntie, mama, and grandma

I love my mom.  And Quinne is a ghost.

We had a busy weekend.  David and my dad worked hard on our baseboards all day Saturday while I was at work.  I don't fully understand how long these(in my mind "simple") projects take.  In my mind I was going to come home to a fully baseboarded house.  Well, it's not even close to being done and my dad laughed at me when I realized what a time consuming project we got ourselves into.  Instant gratification is one of my many, many weaknesses.  Oh well.  At least we got to go on a date to Ventana and eat really delicious food.  And of course drink really delicious adult beverages.  

Mothers Day we spent relaxing at my parents house.  Quinne loves it there.  And she actually takes long naps in her room at grandma and grandpas.  Yep, they gave her my sisters old room.  Fully furnished with a crib and changing table.  My mom is the cutest!  Then we headed to San Luis for a dinner with Davids family and my day came crashing down on me.  Going out to dinner is not easy with Quinne.  Doing anything after 5 in the evening is a challenge for her and me.  She is cranky and therefore I'm a nervous wreck.  At home it's a much different story and I find comfort in her nightly routine.  So does she.  I thrive on a schedule and consistency.  I'm not a drill sergeant or anything like that, but I do like to stick with the same nightly routine.  We work up to her bedtime slowly enjoying baths, reading books, and rocking in the chair.  When we go to dinner we end up with a crying baby and me rushing to get her in jammies and nursed.  Last night was no exception.  I brought food, toys, books, keys, everything to keep her entertained.  It was a nightmare.  I couldn't eat anything and we ended up leaving early, sobbing as I gathered her things and said bye.  I was embarrassed that I couldn't keep my shiz together.  That seven months later I still have anxiety and nerves that cause me to breakdown in restaurants.  It's beyond frustrating.  

I was able to calm down to put her to bed.  Nursing and rocking her always makes me feel better.  Just us two, in the quiet of the night.  I cherish those moments and hope they don't leave me too soon. 

My night ended with a frozen burrito and reading in bed.  

Happy Monday!

Love,

Noelle