I love a hotel that provides cozy bathrobes

What a weekend! It was a great way to close out my "must stay pregnant" gestational period. (As of today, baby is officially "term" and I am in waiting mode.)

We had a surreally wonderful supper with the kids on Friday night. They'd spent the last day of their March break out doing fun activities with friends, and I woke up from a late-afternoon nap to the sounds of them doing the dishes and planning to make dessert for our supper. I whipped up a delicious supper of old and new favourites -- pork cutlets in an apple/wine/brandy cream sauce (new), garlicky green beans and rosemary roast potatoes (old). Dad made it home in good time from work, which is always a thrill. The kids were beside themselves with praise for the food (a parent's dream come true), we were all in a gleeful mood.

Eventually, we left to drop the kidlets off at Maman's, and we were off to a friend's birthday party, where we had the chance to reconnect with lots of folks we hadn't seen since the summer. We are so often feeling overly shy and introverted that it was a nice change to both be in social, chatty moods. We actually managed to be the last to leave! (I didn't feel too tired at the time, but have indulged in about a half dozen micro-naps since then, trying to recover.)

Then the weekend really got started. McPie and I headed out in the early afternoon for our Final Romantic Getaway. We spent the afternoon at the Holtz Spa, enjoying facials and massages. Then we walked up to the Château Laurier, and booked ourselves in for the night. After a revitalizing cable-TV-induced catnap, we headed out for a delicious and relaxed meal at the Black Tomato. Filet mignon was exactly the thing the baby was asking for. :-)

First thing in the morning, my heroic husband got up and procured lattés from Starbucks, which I was able to enjoy without even leaving the luxury of the ridiculously comfy king-sized bed. Oh, the indulgence. We had vowed not to hurry for anything, so spent the rest of the afternoon meandering through a greasy pub breakfast and some market shopping. By the time we arrived home, I was ripe for another nap (I think I spent another 3 hours in bed!), and McPie enjoyed puttering for hours around the house, an activity he rarely has time for these days.

By the time we hit the hay on Sunday night, we couldn't have been more content, relaxed, and ready to get the show on the road!