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whirlwind part iii

somehow i took zero pictures on monday.
not even of john playing with livvy.
so here's john eating "cake" for breakfast
on tuesday. more on that later!
monday morning john woke up at the slightly more normal hour of 7:30am. the rest of the house wasn't too far behind, so we were soon watching as grandpa made delicious pancakes on his fancy electric griddle. (by fancy, i mean $20 at walmart. but it really was pretty awesome.)

my child ate two smallish pancakes, two pieces of bacon, and still had room for grapes. i don't know where he puts it.

then, because we clearly hadn't eaten enough for the weekend, we packed up our bags to go meet grammie for a quick lunch before she went to work and we headed out of town. in a bit of happy circumstance, one of my best friends, whose birthday it was that day, happened to be shopping near where we were meeting for lunch, so we invited to join her for a little birthday celebration.

when we got to the restaurant, my mom was just walking outside to meet us. in my arms, john fairly leapt. "GRAMMIE!" he shouted as he giggled. "go get grammie." he said to me more quietly before lunging towards her. i'm pretty sure i saw a tear or two in grammie's eyes as she was greeted with the type of aplomb only a two year old can muster.

after stuffing ourselves with chipotle burritos, it was back in the car for the drive to visit another set of friends - the college crowd. our gracious host was one of my college besties, and she has a beautiful two-year-old daughter who john quickly became friends with. they were such good little sharers - taking turns riding a rocking horse, each saying it was the other's turn when they climbed off. they even groomed the horse together, one brushing the tail and the other the mane. they ran around the house in circles, colored together, blew bubbles together, and even did a little basic potty-training work together. (that amounted to each of them taking turns saying "mommy, potty!" and then doing nothing in the bathroom, but oh well!)

that night several of our other college friends came over for dinner, and we all sat around chit-chatting and catching up and it was awesome. my hostess and i then stayed up FAR too late discussing our babies, our lives, our plans, our histories ... basically it was like a night at our dorm a million years ago, but with babies sleeping nestled upstairs.

all in all, a pretty awesome monday.
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