I had never heard of a "staycation" before moving back home to Arizona. Whomever came up with the notion, and the catchy word to describe is, is a damn hero in my book. Martin and I took full advantage of the staycation this summer by locking in a steal of a deal at the Westin Kierland Resort. A mere five minutes from our house, it's amazing how one can get away without really getting away.
We spent one romantical night alone, sans PK drama. We did take one picture before dinner but it sucks, I look fat, and Martin thinks he looks old, so I'm not posting it. We did enjoy a night out alone and proceeded to fall asleep at 8:52pm.
The next night the little bugger joined us. Cheap-ass Martin treated us to a free dinner at the Melting Pot (we had a gift card left over from our birthdays) and we introduced Peyton to Shirley Temples and hotel bars.
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| Daddy's girl is an understatement. |
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| Working hard for her dinner at the Melting Pot. |
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| Peyton's definition of "staycation:" Shirley Temples and no bedtime. |
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| Family shot. She's cute, but seriously, why can't just smile like a normal person? |
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| iPhone: check. Wine: check. Pic of Peyton: check. Mommy has done her job. |
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