Just call me Rosie

I know I’m late, but I am doing a birthday/memorial day post.

Don’t judge, I’ve been busy!

My birthday was fabulous. I rode around a restaurant on a pony. My husband painted our living/dining room – which was a huge surprise! (it’s not all the way finished, once it is I will show it off). My baby girl snuggled me a lot. And I got to spend time with friends and family.

It was unseasonably, and freaking wonderfully warm last weekend. Which was fabulous since we spent all our time here:

Gianna enjoyed her time floating and splashing and sunning her well-sunscreened self.

So did me and my un-sunscreened sisters.

I got the freaking WORST sunburn on my shoulders/back.  I have not had a sunburn in years because we are blessed with Italian heritage and therefore lovely tanning skin. Except when you are pale and then spend 2 days in 90* sunshine without sunscreen. Then, you get a sunburn.

Gianna was shocked at my utter disregard for my skin. Also, she was not feeling bad for me and making sure I learned my lesson by pinching my shoulders every time I picked her up.

You can kinda see my ridiculous tan lines, or rather lobster lines as they should have more accurately been referred.

I am happy to report that I have itched and peeled and now my shoulders are tan. Thank you mother for being Italian.   Now I need to stay in the sun, with sunscreen, to maintain and enhance my tan-ness.