Memorial Day Weekend
We started the weekend off right, with a troop of about 8 mommies and their toddlers caravaning down to Thousand Oaks Civic Center for a live performance of Sesame Street! Finn has never actually seen Sesame Street, but we've got an Elmo book or two at home, so he knows Elmo, Big Bird, Bert & Ernie and that's about it. It was a bit overstimulating for 2 year olds perhaps, but a good time. It was fun to see a big auditorium full of wide-eyed little people. Finn sat there staring at the stage with almost no expression on his face.....but just about cried when it was over, asking, "Where'd Elmo go? Where'd Big Bird go?" He's such a sweet boy.


Giovana, Finn, Olivia, Vanessa and Charlie waiting for the show to begin.


Giovana and Finn pose with Elmo (and overpriced merchandise.)


A glimpse of the show.


In the parking lot after the show, a big yellow fire truck parked to do some training. They let our kids crawl all over the truck and gave them Jr. Firefighter badge stickers and said "Now go be brave!". (Finn still won't take his off of the hoodie he wore that day.)

Then "Aunt Jo Jo" came to visit with cousin Wyatt! Nate was out of town with his "fellas", so we had the house to ourselves. Just us sisters and our boys - our little boys. Joanne and I had a lot of fun just jabbing away the whole time about our pregnancies. (She's a couple of months behind me) We also spent a fair amount of time exchanging maternity clothes, baby clothes, and what-to-wear-when-you-aren't-pregnant-anymore- but-you-still-cant- fit-your-normal-wardrobe-clothes. Finn loved playing big brother to Wyatt, bossing him around a bit. Wyatt didn't seem to mind. They played so great together. Highlights were our trip to the zoo and walks downtown, riding on the State Street Shuttle, and eating some grubbin Indian food.


Pregnant sisters with our hands full!


Two baby burritos!


A fun new attraction at the Santa Barbara Zoo, a play area for the kiddos with giant eggs, a giant nest and a cool hill with fake grass perfect for sliding down (if you aren't weak-sauce like our little Finnermagoo)