Baby started talking funny this weekend. Lots of vowels (Canadians have trouble with those, anyway) turned into R's. So we had a hrrpy weekend drinking lots of Crrrfee and eating entirely to many jrrrly beans. So many jrrrly beans.
She talked funny about how happy she is, too and Hulk talked back.
How to build a perfect weekend (We have very, very full days):
- Fight on Friday. Had to happen so we could properly appreciate Saturday when it came. Baby is going away, away, away soon so we were a bit fussy and sat in opposite caves being estranged for an hour until we got bored. Late night with ice cream after.
- Super Saturday: Slept late, had tea downstairs with Ms. Wendi, our very best neighbor friend, packed the wagon with many toys and bikes and books and music makers and headed east toward fun. Baby wore a little red travellin' dress. Hulk spent the day feeling like he had won the lottery.
Quality time at The Best Little Bike Shop In The East in Haydenville, MA where Baby was properly fitted to her unusually yellow bicycle. Then we headed up into the hills and enjoyed the perfect spring evening bike ride.
Dinner with Hulk's sister-n-law, Sissa, and her friend who likes to complain. After dinner the very best store ever was located and jrrrrrly beans were purchased and consumed. Along with a copy of Lou Reed's New York. To bed and cuddles, a quiet end to an idyllic day. The sort of day that made us feel privileged to have each other.
- Sunday was in the car. Except when Hulk played a gig at a folk festival for a bunch of happy dancers. Baby's knee hurt so no dancing for her. Lunch, car, car, car, car.... Car. Home. Work. Hulk went for a longish bicycle ride and Baby had dinner and candles on when he got home. Life is good, good, good.
And that's our weekend. Full days, happiness and harmlessly inadequate impulse control. Hope yours was beautiful, too.
-n&c-
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