The day was nice. The food was easy and enjoyable to prepare with my mom (while she anxiously moved things from one spot to the next around the kitchen). Seeing friends and family was great. I loved sitting Marlowe in real grass— soft grass and not the sharp, rough blades that we have here. The rest of this day was spent lying around, comfortable and happy while grumbling and moaning about wanting to do nothing. Everyday, minus the last, the weather had been beautiful. I am very thankful for that.
Our mornings in Massachusetts started with a baby waking on top of me. We made it about half way through each night in the pack and play my step sister had graciously lent us. Then about three in the morning (or earlier or later) miss Marlowe would join me in the bed (aka refuse to go back into the play pen). When she woke up she would then be changed and brought downstairs to enjoy some breakfast with grandma (abuela) while I showered and joined them not long after.
baby and abuela would pick fresh flowers for the kitchen.
The days I enjoyed the most just involving cooking and being outside.
The first full day there was filled with little cooking and many visitors. Mamas and lots of babies.
My step sisters three: ben. adeline. &sofia. (Happy breast-feeding week!)
I made a chickpea salad and my mom prepped many delicious things to go along with it.
we grilled bread and made sandwiches.