Last weekend we got to pretend it was spring for one day before it snowed again on Sunday (for the last time, right?). I love that E thinks the weekend is called the ‘end of the day.’ Here’s how it all went down… Emerson ate a pound of strawberries… … watched Cinderella while getting a pretty pink mani/pedi… … had a sweet nap with a picture of a cake that she tore out of a magazine and has been obsessing over ever since… … convinced me to take her to Arnold’s Park (poor thing didn’t believe me that it wasn’t open yet)… … hit up the playground and gave her...