So in love, we might cause barfs.

G and i had a wonderful anniversary weekend.  just splendid really.  sheesh.  we went out to dinner to the bleu olive, a nice barely lit eating establishment.  i got all dolled up and headed out for a night of silliness.  we aren't too used to being all alone when we go out.  even before lilu we usually went out as a group.  this was fun.  we giggled and tooted and held hands.  we were the couple that sat right next to each other instead of across.  we shared a weird dessert. (even though we had left over ice cream cake waiting for us in the freezer)  as our dinner ended, one thing became clear:  i missed lilli.  not too much, but enough to go and meet her instead of going home and waiting for her to get there.  she was having the time of her life with the Wurst family.  out to dinner at the macaroni grill then ski ball where they won her over 1500 tickets to redeem silly prizes.

so our celebration is over right?  wrong my friends.  the next night we cashed in on our fancy shmancy condo stay at the hilton on the landing.  this was family style.  i for sure recommend the condos over the rooms.  i stayed out on the balcony watching a fiddle contest and all the many shoppers walking down below.  it was wonderful.  lilli loved it too.  the best part?  we were right above the buckets n boards action.  sooo fun!

the main moment that sticks out is this:  a lady was walking around with a 4 monthish baby.  the exact way i used to carry lilu.  my heart melted and then i realized that i get to do that soon.  i'm having another baby!  one that i can carry!  so many people point out to me that it is tough with 2 kids (like 1 is cake)  and boy i do believe them, but it is nice to see a reminder of the good stuff.  and then i remember that gareth had a lot to do with me being pregnant so that sparked multiple text messages of gratitude.  man.  i love my family.  and sending text messages.