Babymoon and Baby showers

Jen and I went away for a little weekend in Mystic, CT. We can't afford it, not by a long shot, but we thought it would be nice to spend some alone time before we're a family of three. This is likely our last opportunity to go somewhere before baby comes, and I doubt we'll be B&Bing it with an infant.

Unfortunately we have continued our tradition of taking rainy coastal holidays. It seems as if reserving a B&B is akin to doing a major rain dance. This has happened so many times I can't even tell you. This past weekend was no different, 50° or so, rainy, windy, blustery, awful. But we still got some alone time, that was nice! (And being away from home means you're not tempted to do chores.)

We had a good time just toodling around (in the cold rain), having fun at the aquarium, and eating chocolate covered bananas. And taking naps. And eating ridiculously unsensible breakfasts full of sugar.

And then came back on Sunday to a little, intimate baby shower, where we were positively spoiled. My aunt brought the hugest gift bag full of stuff from our registry, my grandmother gave the baby one of Vovo's (my great-grandmother's) rings, and our couch looked like a pink onesie explosion. I have never seen so much pink in my entire life. My kingdom for some blue or green!

But it was all very lovely and now our house is stuffed to the gills with picnic food. We are having people over again tonight to hopefully make a lot of it go away. The good thing about working with college students is that they are always hungry and will eat anything... so hopefully we can not only feed them lots and lots but get them to take home leftovers. Fun times!

My girl (I .hope. she is a girl after all of this pink!) is an early bird and tends to do an hour's worth of moving around 5am. She seems to have been discombobulated by our little holiday and decided to do her morning calisthenics at 3:30 instead. 3:30! We are doomed.