“Our weekend through crappy pics” is low on both words and quality photographs.
Friday
On Friday we signed the kids up for Kid’s Night Out, and Brian & I went out to dinner ALONE.
You remember Kid’s Night Out, the babysitting service at the gym…where Collin is always the oldest kid…and forced to decorate fairy wands with the preschoolers…
Aww, he loves it.
At the restaurant, Brian and I worked on being the most pretentious diners ever by bringing our own wine decanter (which took up about 1/3 of the table’s diameter).
Saturday
I often ask myself “What the hell was I thinking?”, and purchasing a bug collecting kit for Ana gave me another opportunity to mutter that all-too-familiar phrase.
Her victims? Ants. Ana loves herself some ants! She can often be found tracking them, “feeding” them heavy acorns, and “petting” them until they “fall asleep” into a black mushy ball. Think Lennie from Of Mice and Men.
I struggled with the guilt of letting her basically kill any ants that were unfortunate enough to cross her path. Then Brian reminded me of my hypocrisy…
remember this:
And so I said “carry on”. But their deaths weren’t in vain…it bought us about 15 minutes of quiet. I drank a margarita.
Sunday
We went to a super fun neighborhood BBQ where our children rolled in dirt and we rolled in delicious fatty food. Oh, and I broke out my Mommy’s Sippy Cup! Everyone wanted to know where they could get their own spill-proof wine cup, well here it is… www.mommyssippycup.com
Monday
I went to the grocery store to buy some last minute stuff, I turned around and saw this…
Holy shit!
“Ana, Mommy needs you to gently set down the explosives, That’s right…now walk very slowly back towards me.”
WTF, Acme? One moment I’m deciding between regular or jumbo marshmallows, the next I’m talking to my kid like I’m a member of the Bomb Squad.
After our close call with death (because I feel like being an alarmist today), we headed to Lowes and bought a fire pit! Brian did not approve of this purchase, but Brian wasn’t with us. hahahah
And can I just say, we are the worst fire builders ever! Initially, I thought “Cavemen did this, how hard can it be?” Well guys, we had to re-light a piece of newspaper…3 times.
Brian eventually got the fire roaring while I was putting Ana down. I find the timing suspicious, I think he might have thrown a DuraFlame log in there.
How was your weekend?
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