Yay! I hope all you mothers out there have your feet up and are halfway through your third mimosa. Me, I'm teetotaling my way through a marathon weekend with the baby, as Mr. Bisous is working his second 12 hour shift in two days. He did take me out to the Olive Garden on Friday (I know, but it is family friendly. I haven't been there is a zillion years - probably since college, when the unlimited salad and breadsticks meant you could gorge on a college budget). The salad and breadsticks taste exactly the same! It was family friendly, and the waitress did not bat an eye at the peas and bits of fettucini Bisousette left on the floor. Still, next time we go out (next mother's day, probably), we're definitely going to the Cheesecake Factory.
Her new thing is to go up the stairs. Once she figured out one step she toddled right up to the top (I was right behind her, of course). This morning was her fourth or fifth trip, and she was so proud of herself she crawled up to my bedroom mirror and went right to her reflection and kissed it.
I ran and grabbed the camera, and she was still banging her hands against her reflection and huffing and puffing fog onto the glass.
But then she saw me with the camera and gave me a look...
Apparently self-congratulatory mirror kissing is a private moment.
