dress: Liz Lange, cardigan: Zara, boots: Miz Mooz, necklace: Anthropologie
what a lovely day we had yesterday. JJ woke up at 6:30, all excited for it to be his birthday and wanted to open his presents in bed. Rah and Nebular got him a new outfit, his parents sent him a new espresso machine, my grandparents sent him money to buy himself new hockey things and my parents said he will get his presents from them when they come over for JF's birth. (!!!) Cleo got him new dress socks for work and a t-shirt that she picked out with her very own paws (stupid. that was a stupid joke) and his favorite wife got him tickets to the red hot chili peppers in november and an ice cream cake! what wonderful gifts, eh? except now he's 26. the end of youth is nigh. i still have two months of being 25, and i feel like maybe i should do one last thing that is dramatically and typically 25-year-old-ish (i.e. dance on a bar, wear a tiny bikini in mexico, etc) before i turn old.
we went out to brunch to celebrate my first Mother's Day, even though JF is still holed up inside. a woman came up to me while i was mid-bite of quiche and said, "it looks like if we told you to push right now, the baby would come right out!" yes, yes it does. i know. then we went to the market to buy some fresh halibut and the fish man said, "can i ask you a personal question? are you past your due date?" asdljflsakdfj you guysssssss i know. i KNOW i'm asininely pregnant.
we had an exceptional weekend, and it's so strange to think that a little baby will be hanging out with us on our weekends so soon. JF get here!