Back to the weekend... Our friends Laurence and Jean-Michel made it to our house on Saturday via taxi although they got stuck trying to turn on to our street so they ended up walking down the block. We had a great evening with them hearing stories about home-owning and sharing stories about baby-owning. I mean, parenting :) Here is Laurence with Miss Lili:
The roast chickens turned out really well! The gravy was really tasty, too, thanks to my fabulous roasting pan (thanks Mom!) No, Jen, I didn't end up browning them first (I tell you, I saw that somewhere...) but they got all yummy and crispy on their own. Another Martha success story!
I got my hair cut on Saturday morning and forgot to take a picture of it when it looked really nice, so here are Liliane and I in front of the mirror this morning...
It's a lot shorter lighter around my long face so I don't look so droopy and draggy. I'm really happy with it, although we'll see what happens when I wash it!
I took these of Liliane this morning. Note the scratch on her face under her eye - I did that on Saturday when I was pointing to something on her face and she moved and ouch, there it was. She looked at me for a second and saw the horror on my face and let loose with a huge wail. Horrible, horrible, horrible!! Oh well, there goes my mother of the year award:
On Sunday we went to the Jutra Awards which is the Quebec equivalent of the Oscars. With all the snow everywhere it was a pretty big adventure to go get our Communauto, almost get stuck in the snow loading baby and all her paraphenalia into the car, driving out to Stéphane's parents' place in Laval, coming back and leaving the Communauto at the parking lot ten minutes away because there is absolutely no parking on our street, taking a taxi to and from the event, picking up the car and driving out to Laval at 12:30 to pick up the baby, get stuck at the top of our street, drive around and park a block away and schlep baby and all her crap through piles of snow, then Stéphane had to drive the car back to the parking lot and scurry home in the minus 14 degree wind. Ah, city living!
It was nice to get all cleaned up again (that's TWICE this week!) and hang out with people from work, do some networking and generally enjoy the after-party because it's one of the best there is. Last year I was about 6 weeks pregnant for this event and nobody knew about it yet, and I was so nauseous! Such happy memories :) This year we skipped the buffet but enjoyed the movie snack theme - popcorn, nachos, chocolate bars, Twizzlers and even Haagen-Daaz ice cream bars were all available for noshing. I avoided the chocolate fountain because that's just a disaster waiting to happen as far as my clumsiness and I are concerned and stuck to the Twizzlers.
Thanks to Stéphane's parents, we had a worry-free evening out and we so appreciate their willingness to take care of our little lovebug. She was still awake when we went to pick her up, but in all fairness, since all the clocks were ahead, she was pretty much on schedule for her usual sleepy time. She fell asleep in the car on the way home and neither of us woke up this morning until 10:30. Sleep is good. Now I've got chicken curry simmering in the crock pot for tonight and if I could just squeeze a shower in somewhere, this day would be just about perfect!