So, the 30 for 30 posts are taking over my blog and my brain power. I've decided to consolidate them and post several outfits all at one time. So, I'll post them in a few days. I know you're waiting with bated breath.
Now that I have brain power to spare I want to share with you a traumatic event that happened to me. I haven't shared it on the blog because it was way to traumatizing to think about, but I think I'm ready. I'm doing this for you.
When I was in the first few months of my pregnancy with Finley Eric, the boys, and I went to this baby expo. While we were there we started chatting with a couple who had a two year old and she was a few months away from having her second baby. They seemed really nice and friendly and invited us to a birthday party for their son.
While I was reallllly uncomfortable with going to a kids birthday party of people that we didn't know at all Eric really wanted to go. So, we drove up to the creek where the party was being held. Once we got there I really, realllly didn't want to go, so I just sat in the car while Eric took the boys over to the picnic table (yes, I am a total dork). Anyway, I ended up finally going over there (don't worry, they didn't see me sitting in the car avoiding them), we hung out for a short time, then took off.
The lady called me a couple months later, after she had had her baby, and invited us up to her house for a playdate. She lived about a block away from the park, so when I got there we were going to walk to the park. We arrived at 10, like we had planned, and she said they had just woken up. Instead of going to the park we ended up watching her make breakfast and then we watched them eat it. While she was cooking she had her newborn baby doing "naked time" on a blanket. Ummm, ok. Honestly, she had a newborn, so I didn't think much of any of this. I know what it's like having a newborn and a toddler.
As we sat down to chat she told me that her and her family love swimming and hanging out outside. They love to drive up into the mountains and find random swimming holes. "Oh, me too!" I said. She said that we should definitely plan a time to go together. "How about next weekend?" Of course, I told her that I'd have to talk to Eric first, but it sounded like fun.
Then, she asked me if I wanted to see pictures of one of their recent outings. Sure I did, so she turned on her computer, opened a folder and proceeded to show me pictures of one of their adventure. The first picture was of her cute son swimming naked. Hilarious!
The next picture? Not so hilarious. It was of her (not so cute) husband swimming......you guessed it, naked. I froze up and had no idea what to do or say. It was the most awkward situation of my life. She just smiled and showed me the next (naked) picture saying again that we should all go together. I averted my eyes and I'm not sure what I did after that. Did I just look in the opposite direction and pretend I was looking? Did I tell her enough? (I think a little of both.) I blocked it out of my mind and, needless to say, we haven't hung out since.