I woke up before him and took a long hot shower. I used ALL my lotions and scrubs. Then I knit while Jack ate breakfast.

After he helped me put the curlers away, and declared my hair "silly," we bought cupcakes.

He easily convinced me to eat at least one right away.

The nanny came over and I excused myself to a relaxing, unhurried lunch.

Followed by a soothing massage at the student clinic ($23 an hour is hard to beat!)

When I got home Jack was just going down for a "nap." Naps have morphed into "quiet time." He doesn't sleep every day anymore. But he will stay in his bed for a couple hours, playing and reading quietly to himself. I'm fine with that. More knitting, this time with Ron Swanson.

Ben came home early and we did presents and cupcakes!

Then we talked to my folks on facetime. Mom read a book to Jack. Then he went outside to shovel snow and throw snowballs.
Our sitter came back (eventually, Brian covered for a little while because the snow backed up traffic) and we went on a real, true date. Dinner at Le Central. DELICIOUS! My lamb shank isn't pictured because I forgot. I was in a mini food coma by then.
We picked up a few small treats at Target and came home to a sleeping boy. Not pictured: Watching New Girl in my jammies with my hubby.
What a wonderful day!
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