michelle and iSO, we are in the process of potty training. oh the joys of teaching a child to use the toilet, and i'm not even really doing it. the mister is, but it's enough for me to run away in fear. needless to say, it's going terribly. really. just awful.
anyway....
the girls and i made our way down to d.c. for a girls day with the my lovely best friend. we went to the {national gallery} for elise to get some more inspiration (she's motivated to start working with pastels now), dinner at {bertucci's} for michelle (which she barely ate), some custard at {dairy godmother's} for the bestie (which was awesome by the way. oh, and barrack obama ate there.) and a little shopping for me (and not buying one thing). we didn't get home until the wee hours but it was totally worth it. a little best friend time was much needed and after the despicable day the mister went through with wesley, a much needed escape from the horrors of urine and fecal matter!
anyway....
the girls and i made our way down to d.c. for a girls day with the my lovely best friend. we went to the {national gallery} for elise to get some more inspiration (she's motivated to start working with pastels now), dinner at {bertucci's} for michelle (which she barely ate), some custard at {dairy godmother's} for the bestie (which was awesome by the way. oh, and barrack obama ate there.) and a little shopping for me (and not buying one thing). we didn't get home until the wee hours but it was totally worth it. a little best friend time was much needed and after the despicable day the mister went through with wesley, a much needed escape from the horrors of urine and fecal matter!
hanging on the metro
at the national gallery...