Hello, Comrades.
I'm typing this at the tail end of an extended weekend. I took two days off of work to Get. Shit. DONE. and while I did not cross everything off my list, I did make a good dent. Now I'm basking in the kidfree glow while Mike gets Donny from daycare. I think I have about half an hour or so before they come back home. Mike has practice tonight so its just going to be me and boychik and Thus Ends All Cleaning Projects.
But it wasn't all about cleaning. This weekend we had our friends Will and Kirsten over for dinner. Mike has this great rib recipe and we invited them over for Barbeque and Root Beer Floats. So we're a little late with the summertype stuff. Anyhow, I thought it would be funny to serve huge chunks of meat on the insanely girlified plates I picked up at Goodwill a month or two ago:
This weekend was also a big weekend for Polish Hill, with both the church festival and the arts festival. Donovan decided on Sunday that he wasn't going to take a nap, which screwed up everyone's schedule so we missed the Arts Festival. He and I did make a stop at the Church Festival tho and, I must say, it wasn't quite as nice as last year. Tho we did go to a crazy estate sale next door to it and I got an crazy estate sale mirror/shadowbox/knicknack shelf for $10. I did'nt get any photos of the kid at the festival but here is an example of window dressing that is pretty representative of the neighborhood:Because Donny didn't take a nap he ended up falling asleep at the table during our dinner with Will and Kirsten. No photos of that, I'm sorry to say.
Yesterday, Mike and I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary. The 13th anniversary is the Eating Every Meal Out anniversary, so bento box lunches from Sushi II on Walnut and dinner at Kaya which, I have to say, kicked solid ass. Before dinner we took Donovan to a follow up appointment with his doctor to check his weight. Since last time he has grown 2.5 inches and gained 13 ounces: Not Good. We have to take him to a developmental specialist to check on his weight and also the not talking thing. Which is good because I really need to take more time off of work.
Sigh.
Despite the metaphorical slap in the face from the doctor's appointment, it was a nice weekend. And a long one. I'm so glad my Monday is actually Wednesday...
1 comment:
Damn, Sam. I'm sorry to hear that D isn't chubbin' up. Maybe he's so quiet because he knows that his svelte physique makes everyone else jealous.
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