For my birthday, in February, Barry rented a house on Bainbridge Island for the weekend. It was a house with a spectacular view of the water, a state-of-the-art kitchen and enough furniture to block the stairs off from Audrey Bell. In our pre-kid life, Barry and I would have drooooooled over the kitchen and spent time marinating something yummy. We had plans to do just that, but this season of our life isn’t about big cooking/baking projects, and most of the weekend was spent away from the kitchen and with our little ones. Most of our time, when we weren’t exploring the little town or at a park, was spent at the house with the girls.
On the first night there, we discovered that Full House was playing on TV and we found ourselves remembering episodes and watching it with Maggie. As a kid, I loved that show and it was really random and fun to share that little piece of the 90s with Maggie. And she totally loved Michelle….and I totally still love Uncle Jesse.
Barry always does an amazing job of finding the best places to celebrate and this was no exception. The bathtub in the upstairs bathroom was luxurious and I got to enjoy a long soak with a full cup of coffee while looking out the window. Best tradition ever: no gifts, just trips.
On that note, I’m off to help prepare for Maggie’s birthday/Easter celebration. This year we’re breaking from the ‘go somewhere’ tradition because 1. her birthday falls on Easter and 2. she really wants a friend party.
I get it. She’ll only be four once, so we better let her celebrate in her special way.
