Hallelujah for playdates!

And the award for best text message of the week goes to my lovely friend, Shelley:

 

 

Heck, yes I want to have a playdate on a week night and make dinner with my awesome friend while our babies get into trouble at our feet!

In a life full of routine, this playdate was a welcome change.

We met at the grocery store after I picked Q up from daycare. Our babies sat in the same cart. The cuteness was off the charts.

 

We then tried to go to a used clothing/toy sale in my neighbourhood but got lost about twenty times and gave up. It’s pretty sad when you don’t know any of the street names in your neighbourhood but your own.

When we got home, we prepped dinner while our littles played, climbed, ate popsicles and stared deeply into each other’s eyes.

 

 

The babies ate leftover spaghetti while the mamas ate chicken rice paper wraps. They managed to get spaghetti sauce in places where spaghetti sauce should never be. Shelley and I managed to stay relatively clean during our meal.

Dirty baby hands and faces were wiped down and they were set free to play while the mamas had some dessert while attempting to watch an episode of Girls. After pausing it for the hundredth time we gave up on Girls and headed outside for a little play.

We then came back inside for bath time. Spaghetti stained clothes were stripped off and two adorable bare bummed babes were dropped into the tub.

This was the only non-blurry picture taken of those two rascals:

 

 

After the bath it was playtime in Quinn’s room. They danced on the bed, got kisses from the dogs and hugged and kissed each other goodbye.

 

 

What a great night.

Thank you Shelley for being such an awesome friend and now my playdate buddy.

Xo, Vicky