Vacation Recovery

It was just one week ago that we were wrapping up our beach trip.  It was a wonderful trip...we went with friends this year, which made it better, the water was wonderful, and Burl was older and able to enjoy more of it.  One of the great things about this vacation was we came home to a week full of fun activities.  It's been a lot of fun.  Everyday has brought a new adventure. 

There was a shower for Jenny.  {Does the pink stripe bag give a clue to what kind of shower it was?}  The shower was small, which was nice.  We could all be included in the same, rowdy, funny conversation.  The setting was great as well.  It was on Jenny's apartment rooftop overlooking downtown Chattanooga.
  

The next day, we had family over for Sunday lunch.  John's parents, his brother and family, and his new found family from France.  The French family was here for 3 1/2 weeks-vacay European style-and it was so fun spending time with them, getting to know them, and getting to know a bit more about French culture.  Ooolala.  As we waved goodbye that afternoon, I got way more sad than I thought I would.  It seems that it's hard to let new family go.  Oh, how I wish I would have taken a French course to make more conversation with them!

In typical Monday-Funday style, I got together with some girls for a little fun-in-the-sun.  Here we are fresh out of the river.  For the record, my stomach is just as firm as their's when I'm not pregnant.  Like, wash laundry on my abs-firm.  Just take my word for it.  

A little change to dry clothes in the bathhouse and we drove home.  Laughing the whole way.  That's what 3 hours floating down a semi-calm river will do to you.  I plan to join the annual tube-the-Hiwassee trip.  Boobs and Tubes 2012, sign me up.  {Borrowed that name from my neighbor's girls tubing weekend-too funny not to!}

Now that school is back in session, so is our normal Tuesday lunch date.  We road, windows down, to meet my dad.  He cooks at a local private school that is cool enough to allow us to show up at the end of lunch and eat leftovers.  Since my dad is the chef, I know there is never any typical lunchroom food.  Foods from scratch-yes please!

My dad has sent out so many pictures of Burl to the entire faculty and student body that it's less of a lunch date and more of a public appearance for Burl.  Something's a little weird about walking through a cafeteria with a couple tables full of teenagers pointing at us, saying, "LOOK-IT'S BURL!!!"

Down the street from the school is a little park.  A friend lives pretty close as well, so I texted her for a last minute meeting of the minds at the bouncy horse.  

Wednesday was a work day for me-four hours at the Gap.  Four pretty fun hours.  People are getting braver in their assumption that I'm pregnant.  I play the "I'm-not-pregnant" card, but as one fun customer told me yesterday, "girl, you're way past playing that game!"  Too true.

And here we are at Thursday.  Today, I'm recovering from a wicked case of kickball.  I might have talked a little trash, played way too hard as a pitcher, and not sat down enough, but it's all worth it: my team won.  At kickball.  Church, youth group kickball.  North Shore youth, you made me proud last night!  Now, get mama an ice pack.  

Too match my post-game "injuries," Burl came down with a little fever.  We're both hurting today, but that's ok because we've got a plan.  It involves crackers, apple juice, movies, puppy, and a lot of snuggling!