Then, weekend, you gave me today. I woke relatively unhungover despite having three generously poured glasses of wine last night. Miracle! (I did swing through Whataburger for the customary hangover curing bacon taquito though, just to be on the safe side.) Then the little people, while of course busy and needy as littles tend to be, were fun and smiley and happy to do whatever activity I put before them. We took a nature trail hike, we danced to Pandora with cucumber slices in our hands, we took good long naps, we colored with crayons.
He's having fun, don't let looks deceive you.
And yes, he drew that cat himself.
And wrote his sister's name in ROYGBV fashion.
GET HARVARD ON THE LINE!
While A and I colored, the pretty one supervised.
"Need more PINK! PINK, I SAY!"
And weekend, you're saving the best for last! Tomorrow is a day to celebrate my J, the baby daddy, the man of this hizzouse. Resident bug killer, master griller, our very own baby whisperer. And at the end of the super-special J day, my mom (or "Bah-ma!" if you ask A) arrives! On an airplane, as I was describing to the Mister just before I walked out of the playroom for a minute. I came back in to find him with his plane, pointing inside the plane and saying "Bah-ma!" GENIUS, I tell you!
In conclusion, it's a winner of a weekend, if you ask me. I couldn't ask for more ... except for Baby B, the soon-to-be firstborn child of my cousin-who's-like-a-sister to get OUT of his/her mommy ... that would be perfect. Come on, Baby, we're waaaaaaiting!