on friday nights, unless there are very strange/emergency circumstances, we have someone come to the house right around Rowan's bedtime + we head out to LIFE for the evening. we aren't usually out late + it's certainly not a date-type-situation, but it's a night out we've been blessed with since Rowan was just three months old.
this past friday night, our longest-standing friend in our community offered to come + babysit {aka watch criminal minds on our couch while Rowan slept} so we could go out. we worshipped, we ate poutine + mozza sticks + we came home before midnight.
to this.
yes, that is a post-it note stuck to our toilet. yes, there is a bad word written on it. |
obviously Joey photographed the offense + uploaded it to instagram.
this is Joey's weekend off, so saturday was spent in our pjs. the only one who got dressed was rowan.
and that's only because she spit up on her pyjamas.
after an awfully cute sleep.
on sunday morning we went to church -- Joey heading out an hour earlier than Rowan + I, as he was playing with the worship team. Rowan + I arrived at the church {already late} with our crockpot full of chickpea curry, and as I attempted to be supermom + carry all the things into the church in one trip, I spilled half of the curry. all over the interior of my car. so bad. I had to put Rowan back into her seat for a minute while I used two receiving blankets to try + scoop most of the mess off the passenger seat.
my sunday afternoon was spent hunched over the passenger seat with a bucket of hot water + rags + a toothbrush.
but it's all good, guys, because we made pizza for dinner + I drowned my crankies in fluffy dough + diet pepsi.
and this girl.
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