K and H came to visit this weekend and meet Anna. No, that's not true. They came to meet Anna, cook and clean for us, hold the baby while I showered and shoveled the driveway, help me figure out how to use my breast pump, pack and play, and Moby, listen to me complain about my sore nipples and sore throat, help me find a pair of jeans that actually fit, play with and walk Dan, take professional-looking photographs of my baby because I've been too lazy to hire a photographer, hold my purse and diaper bag while I carted around Anna's carseat, and convince me that I'm a natural at this whole Mom business.
So.. it was a busy weekend. And the best one I've had in a long time. Here is a photo montage:
(This is what happens when Auntie Heidi comes to visit. Anna had a horrible time playing dress up, as you can tell.)
(Kim making her famous pesto... while Heidi made her famous pasta sauce... all to be frozen to make my life easier)
I have already blathered on about how I love my girls, so I'm having a hard time figuring out how to end this post. Maybe it's because I can't figure out why they love me so much. I'm terrible on the phone, notorious for forgetting birthdays, and keep moving all around the globe. And yet they're still there, in every way they can be, and even in ways that other people wouldn't be.
A woman in her thirties knows that wonderful friends are a blessing, and not a given. K and H-- thank you for leaving your great weather to come to the arctic in January. You're crazy, but that's why I love you. And why I'm so, so lucky.