Friday, 6pm. We suck at dinner on Fridays. Or we really do it right, depending on your point of view. This week it was pizza, a pretty spring cocktail, and a walk for ice cream after.
Saturday, 10am. Dada had the day off--yay! Infected by the holiday-type-spirit, the Kid wanted to blow off his usual Saturday morning gymnastics class, so we went asparagus picking instead. It was Little Miss's first trip, and--while the picking part mystified her--she was pretty good at getting the spears into the basket.
Saturday, 5pm. After a nap with Little Miss (me) and a trip to the grocery store (Extra Sweet Husband), we headed to our friends' little teepee in the country for a cook-out. The boys turned the teepee into a wrestling den, played tag, and attempted to chop down trees.
Saturday, 6pm. Hot dogs, fresh from the fire! And more tag. And then a sleepy drive home, and some really good baths and tick checks before bed.
Sunday, 9am. After our standing Sunday morning run, my running buddy gamely joined us for breakfast. We met some other friends there and were able to get coffee down the hatch, but the Kid was pretty tired (read: crankypants) from the night before so it was a little short-lived.
Sunday, 2pm. For Sweet Husband's birthday, I got us tickets to go on the "Unfiltered" tour at Boulevard Brewery. The kids spent the afternoon with their favorite sitter while we tasted, toured, and got to wear some awesome safety glasses.
Sunday, 4pm. We were planning on pretty much going straight home after the tour, but it turns out that when you have a few pints of beer, you tend to want food.
Sunday, 5pm. Fortunately, there was a tapas restaurant nearby. Because it was Sweet Husband's "birthday" I told him to choose the dessert. He did good.
Sunday, 7pm. And then we came home to this. Another spring weekend bites the dust.