Luca officially cut a tooth yesterday. We didn’t know until he chewed on my finger and it was a little rough. He’s had very little fussing with it. And, so far, the nursing is okay, too.

He’s also taken to playing peek-a-boo on his own but is much happier when we join in with him.

Finn the gymnast is arching his back and scooching around the room, usually headed under the couch to play with the bars.

So, I’m headed out of town for a weekend of rest, relaxation,  wine, and girl time in the Russian River Valley. This isn’t just a mini vacation, it will be my first weekend away from my baby boys. I’m in much need of some time away to clear my head and regroup. I’ve been trying to hold up the “supermom” face but there are too many holes in the things I’ve been doing to not finally admit to myself that I need some “me time”. Thankfully, this three day weekend away (thanks to the state furlough days) was already on my calendar.

Papa’s on his own with the boys and has lots of fun planned - a birthday party, a run with the jog stroller at Lake Tahoe, and a Dem picnic (the second political event in one week for the boys!). While I’m bummed I’ll miss seeing the boys experience all these new things I’m so excited for them to have all this time with dad. And, it’s a good lesson for me in “letting go”.

I’ve got my wide brimmed hat, my SPF, and I’m about to go paint my toes red. Breathing space, here I come.

Me:

BBQ sat 6pm. BYOB and a lawn chair.

Response:

Who is this and where do you live? I’m hungry.