We made it back from Seattle sans Baby Boy. Hooray! I did get quite a few Braxton Hicks contractions on the drive home and had to lay my seat back, but that was it as far as baby excitement. Whew!
Our Babymoon was an absolute blast. We did everything on my hope list, and then some. On Friday evening we went to dinner before going to the Moore Theater and treated ourselves to my absolute favorite food in the world, sushi. Of course, the menu was limited as far as what I was able to consume, but our waitress was so incredible that she created a special “prego mama” roll and included all of my cooked favorites into one beautiful masterpiece.
I love you.
The Adam Carolla performance we then attended was probably one of the best gifts I could have ever given my husband. I think I enjoyed the show every bit as much as he did, although for slightly different reasons. Yes, I too was laughing hysterically at times, but just looking over at my hubby and seeing just how much he was enjoying every. single. second. of this experience brought so much joy to my heart. Absolutely priceless.
We then stood in line to get a picture with Adam and get my hubby’s book signed. While we had plenty of time to think about what we might say upon meeting Uncle Adam, when it was our turn to take the photo, we froze. Although,I froze just a little less than my hubby did.
There we were, right next to Adam getting our photo taken, and the awkwardness in my hubby comes out. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t shake his hand, and the picture snapped with his idol?
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A lovely photo, isn’t it?
I had to drop to the floor and cross my legs when I saw this photo or I was going to pee myself. Luckily, only a little came out. J
Saturday was a dream day. We started out the day by being treated to a delicious homemade breakfast of these scrumptious breakfast cups made by our creative hostess:
They were an entire breakfast meal in one beautiful breakfast cupcake.
We then drove over to Pinka Bella, a cupcake shop, in which we tried two flavors; the salted caramel and peanut butter chocolate. I LOVE visiting cupcake shops, taking photos of what I like and mimicking Florian Bellanger from Cupcake Wars, saying things (in his signature French accent) like, “This is a no for me” and “I like this cupcake very much” while critiquing the overall quality and experience.
En route to downtown we pass Shawn Kemp’s bar, in which I had to ask…. “Who!?!?” Apparently he played for the NBA Super Sonics and now owns a bar in Seattle, so we made an impromptu stop to get a glimpse. He, unfortunately for the men in our group, wasn’t there, but we did sit next to another celebrity: Dwight Schrute from The Office.
Alright, it wasn’t REALLY him, but it SURE did look like him! This pic JUST missed him flexing. Dang!
Once downtown, we went to every store we could squeeze in, including my first ever visit to Anthropologie, (dream!) before heading to Pike’s Place to have lunch at The Pink Door. This little hidden gem was difficult to find for lack of signage, but we were recommended this restaurant and found it down a little alleyway, just as described. The food was delish, and if eating in the evening you enjoyed a complimentary trapeze show. Fun!
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After eating we perused the city in which a bum asked me, “Twins!?”
What a guy.
When on vacation The Hubbs and I like to indulge, and indulge we did. For breakfast the next morning, I got the Challah French Toast with bananas, pecans and caramel sauce. We also split a sticky bun. Drool.
We finished off the trip with a little more shopping at University Village and Ikea and headed home.
This is when I played “worst passenger ever” and fell asleep for a good portion of the drive. When the temperature is just right in the car and I can feel that slight humming of the engine, I am out. I truly try to fight it though, but when I realize I am out of luck, I either sit in a position that appears as though I am gazing out the front window, but at such an angle as to where he can’t see my eyes, or I will wear sunglasses and stare straight ahead, making sure to move every so often as to not blow my cover. Sometimes this is all I need to recharge and he never knows what I am up to, but on this instance, it just resulted in a flat-out ugly-face sleep fest.
I consider my “worst co-captain award” equal to my husband rolling down his window and swatting the “bees” out of the car every so often. And he really does pretend to swat bees away. It’s pretty cute…. If such a thing can be cute.
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