Happy Friday! Did you know Tuesday would have been Billie Holiday’s 100th birthday? It’s true. I love me some Billie Holiday. She is usually on heavy rotation at the Condellberry household (this week, I discovered and added Panda Bear’s newest album, “Panda Bear Meets The Grim Reaper” to the rotation and really like it). In addition to Billie, Drew also had a birthday this week. He’s not 100 though. Yet. He turned a young 45 on Thursday, the same day Jackson turned 3 1/2. (Here are the birthday boys at Grandpa’s house). To mark the occasion, I think Jackson is finally, totally, completely, fully potty-trained (and, God, I hope I don’t regret making that grand statement, though I am anticipating some potential regression when the baby is born, and, of course, occasional accidents from time to time). You guys, this potty-training business took TWO YEARS. Apparently, girls are much faster with this, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed this baby on the way proves that to be true. Because for two years of potty-training, there is not enough wine (and for the last six months, I’ve had to mostly abstain, so it’s been especially . . .fun).
Anyhoo, I’m excited because after a week of rain and depressingly low temperatures (it was 38 degrees yesterday morning, which is totally unacceptable), it’s supposed to be sunny, sunny, sunny and around 60 degrees all weekend long. Still not quite warm enough for my taste, but I’ll take it. And tomorrow night, we’re getting a sitter and I’m taking Drew out for a birthday dinner. Since I’ve been pregnant, we haven’t been going out on as many dates lately. I’m just so tired all the time and find myself fantasizing about my full body pillow and bed as soon as the sun sets, which sort of defeats the purpose of paying a babysitter $15 an hour to sit in our apartment. But tomorrow night I’m going to summon the energy from somewhere and enjoy being out with my husband at night, wearing something other than maternity leggings and and an oversized t-shirt.
Other than that, I suspect we’ll spend a lot of time outdoors with Jackson, enjoying the sunshine and weather warm enough to finally ditch the winter coats, hopefully until November or December (yesterday, when I had to pull mine out of the closet again, I almost cried, mostly because it’s so tight on me now that I can’t breathe in it, but also because, on April 9, one should not have to wear a winter coat). What are you up to this weekend?