Social Butterflies

I don't know if it's the whisper of warm weather giving me spring fever, or just renewed energy after adjusting to my new job, but I have been out and about quite a bit lately.  Lots of fun dinners with friends, and too many nightcaps after said fun dinners.  I mean, it's been both nights a weekend every weekend lately.  What am I going to tell Miss Priss in 17 years?  "Sorry sweetie! Mama and Daddy spent your college money on babysitters.  Study hard and get a scholarship!"

Speaking of nightcaps and their ilk, my favorite pre-dinner drink of late has been a dirty gin martini, served on the rocks in a tumbler instead of a martini glass.  Does anyone else find martini glasses just impossible to drink out of?

Miss Priss has been quite the busy bee as well.  Her calendar is filled with Easter Egg hunts and birthday parties.  I think I need to take a break, as I am feeling a bit puffy, and focus on her social engagements as opposed to my own.

I say this now, and will end up making plans at one of her parties next weekend. . .

There is still no independent walking around these parts.  She teased me last Friday night (when I actually stayed in- maybe she was telling me something), and took 2 steps, then 4, then 6.  Since then? Jack squat on the stepping.  It is killing me.  I actually brought her little stroller to the egg hunt at church on Sunday, so she could put eggs in that.

Could you not just eat those precious dimpled non-solo-strolling legs?  I'm gritting my teeth just looking at these pictures.