I hosted the cutest little baby shower for one of my best friends and her sweet baby boy-to-be! It’s a little insane right now-with three babies due back-to-back-to-back, but I’m so glad we got to pause everything and throw Katie a shower for her little Colby, because she sure does deserve it! We had a blast decorating bibs, playing a few games (Anyone ever done The Price is Right, Baby Edition? I think it’s one of my favorites!) and eating wayyy too much delicious food. Leah was hilarious the whole time, thinking she was just one of the girls, as she sat there and quietly decorated her bib and then watched Katie open all of her gifts. I love that sweet little girl of mine! Now we are just counting down the weeks until November 3rd! Can’t wait to snuggle that sweet little boy of hers!
I’m lucky (very lucky!) that I get to work with some AWESOME child life girls at my hospital. 6 of us have gotten very close and we have been wanting to do a girls weekend for a long time now. With 3 of us pregnant, and with babies and maternity leaves right around the corner, we decided that it was now or never!! Lucky for us, my awesome in-laws said we could use the condo for the weekend so with that, we all packed our weekend bags and headed up to one of my favorite places in the world: our island!
We had the brilliant idea to each be in charge of a meal for the weekend. It was super fun to, not only see what everyone picked, but also get to pig out on SO MUCH food for the entire weekend! Everyone made some really amazing and delicious meals and desserts and we all, of course, brought along a huge selection of beach and pool snacks. It would be so funny because after enjoying an awesome and huge breakfast made by one of the girls, we would all turn to whoever was in charge of lunch and say “We are so excited for your lunch plan!” So basically we ate all. weekend. long. Which was wonderful. 🙂 Add in long conversations, perfect beach weather, late nights, funny chick flicks, and a hilarious game of HedBanz (which is actually now downloadable onto your Iphone!!) on the way home, and it was all in all an awesome and relaxing weekend! Some lovely Iphone pics of our time:
^^The world’s most relaxing balcony view. I think I have 1 million Iphone photos that look EXACTLY like this, but for some reason I feel the need to snap this same pic every time we visit and I step out on the balcony for the first time.
^^The whole crew on the beach!
^^Mandatory condo bump shot. I take this picture every time we visit (while pregnant, of course….)
^^Bumps in order of size from left to right: 21 weeks, 28 weeks, 32 weeks! I cannot believe how fast everyone’s pregnancy is going! Shannon and I (the one in the black suit) are having girls and Katie is having a little boy!
^^The beach belly relaxing with a good book!
^^Kitchen meal prep
^^So on the second day Shannon and I had a good laugh when we walked out of our rooms with pretty much the exact same one piece on, only in different colors. Gotta love the mom skirted suit!! 🙂
^^So blessed to have these wonderful girls in my life!!
It was such a fun weekend, although I did miss Leah and Brett terribly! Saturday night Brett FaceTimed me with Leah before she went to bed and I teared up hearing her little voice tell me about her day with daddy! ALSO! Of course on Friday night I missed Leah’s first ever poo in the potty!!! It sounds so silly (and like such a mom thing) but I was seriously SO UPSET that I missed it!! Brett texted me with the whole story, complete with a proud picture of Leah eating her ice cream reward and I wanted to cry. As silly as it sounds, every milestone (poops and all!) are so special and it kills me to miss even one. However, I am WELL aware that I will be here for so many more potty poops and I’m willing to bet that it will lose it’s charm quick. 😉 But, even still, I am so proud of our big girl!!
Sunday, I came home to a clean house complete with a freshly painted back patio, so of course Brett was a super dad/husband over the weekend. It was so sweet of him to give me a relaxing weekend with the girls AND take care of everything at home that needed to be done! Such an awesome weekend and a fun way to celebrate these 3 new babies that will soon be making their way into the world! 🙂
Two weeks ago I embarked on my first girls weekend (and sans Leah weekend) with my two good friends Katie and Christine to travel up to Savannah to see our friend Shannon get married on an absolutely GORGEOUS April Saturday. The trip was an absolute blast. Not only did I have an awesome time exploring downtown Savannah and Tybee Island (where our hotel was) with Katie and Christine, but the wedding was beautiful, the bride was glowing and the cake was delicious (and, let’s be honest, that’s the part we all look forward to the most, am I right??) Although the weekend was a huge success, we had a bit of a rocky beginning. It has become one of those stories that we now tell to friends and family, laughing and adding in “oh and remember this?” details as we talk over each other, each wanting to share the funniest parts, but in the moment it was anything but hilarious. And with that I give to you: The Great Hotel Debacle.
Setting: Ocean Plaza Beach Resort on Tybee Island (about 25 mins outside of Savannah).
After a long 7 1/2 hour drive from South Florida, we pull up in front of the hotel around 9:30 pm, tired and ready to check in. At this point we’re already looking forward to crawling into bed and finding a good chick flick to watch until we fell asleep. Katie runs into the lobby and checks in, comes out with the room key, and we set off to the room. As we walk I’m already complaining that it’s a first floor, over looking the parking lot room (aka cheap) because I’m convinced that someone will break in and kill us during our sleep. (You never know). We arrive at the room, I have the key. I scan the key, it works, and I begin to push open the door. Immediately I notice a Hawaiian shirt hanging in the open closet. “Hmm…that is so weird,” I think to myself, as I continue to push open the door. Suddenly, the stench of strong liquor wafts out and the worry starts to set in. I push the door open a little more and see two people, completely passed out on the bed. “People! There are people in there!” I hiss to Katie and Christine, as I slam the door shut. “Quick!! Let’s go before they come out!” My friend Christine exclaims, as we go running down the hall, back towards the lobby. (Side note, they never did come out or even seem to realize strangers had entered their locked room. They were really passed out). We go back to the front desk. “Umm, so there are people in our hotel room?” Katie tentatively says to the front desk staff. “What?!” The woman exclaims with a bewildered expression on her face. “Drunk people. In the room you gave us?” Katie explains. “What?!” the woman asks again. “Yes…..drunk people” Katie patiently says again. “How did this happen!?” The woman asks. “Umm….I’m not sure?” Katie starts looking concerned at the staff’s ability to know what is going on in their hotel. The assistant manager comes out. She too is equally perplexed at the thought of people in our room, and yet she doesn’t seem too concerned about actually checking to see who they are and how, in fact, they got in there. “I’m sure it’s all fine….” she nods. Then comes the kicker, they are booked at “100% capacity” (lies). “Umm, okay…so, where does that leave us? With the drunk people in our room and all?” we ask. No worries, the assistant manager has a plan! We will be staying in the Hospitality Suite for the night! (she says with a reverence that shows just how lucky we are!) And then they will put us in a normal room the next day. Well, okay, great! Fancy us! Let’s go! And then the assistant manager did something somewhat odd. She walked us OUT of the hotel and proceeded to lead us across the parking lot. We begin to get worried. Where is this special Hospitality Suite, if not the hotel? She brings us to a dingy looking office building across the parking lot. We walk into a dirty, dark, old elevator (a PRIVATE elevator! She exclaims). Our worry begins to heighten. She pulls out an old door key and starts fiddling to open a dirty door. We walk inside. And are greeted with….a conference room table? And through there, into a plain room with 2 double beds against the wall. No nightstand, no telephone, no television. Just two beds and two mismatched dressers. “Okay! Goodnight!!” the assistant manager all but screeches as she runs from the suite. We continue to stand in the middle of the room. Do we laugh? Do we cry? Are we being punked?? At this point we’re really not sure. Katie attempts to take a shower. The water comes out in 2 lukewarm trickles. We start to realize that this is not a joke, and that we really are expected to stay in this dirty room that we are currently paying almost $150 a night for. Katie points out some dead flies. Christine calls her mom, and after a good pep talk (no matter how old you are, you always need a good pep talk from your mother) we decide to man up and march back down to the lobby. We have rights, gosh darn it!! I do the talking, because, let’s be honest, I can really be a stubborn pain in the butt when I want to be. There is much eye rolling on the assistant managers part as I loudly (and quite passionately) explain how we can NOT stay there and that we are young women staying alone and safety is an issue, thank you very much!! And there is not even a telephone! Or a television! Or a PAD OF PAPER! It really won’t do. We somehow finagle a full nights refund. They explain again and again that they are “100% full” (lies. again). I exclaim that it is not my problem and they need to figure it out. They said they will see what they can do. 45 minutes later they call Katie’s cell: “A magical room has suddenly appeared!!” We get the key, go up to the 4th floor (no murderers breaking in there!) and enter a beautiful room overlooking the ocean. Which we all know they had the entire time, but never wanted to give us. And that’s how we ended up with an upgraded beach front room in which we stayed in 2 nights, but only paid for 1.
Moral of the story? Just because they call it a Hospitality Suite, doesn’t mean it’s fancy. Also, argue at hotels, you tend to always get your way in the end.