We've had a pretty good weekend so far. Being Memorial Day today, it's not even over yet.
Friday evening was our neighborhood's annual BBQ. I went last year and had a wonderful time. John, not much for socializing (like I am?) didn't want to go, but I begged and begged and he finally agreed. We re-worked our weekend plans with some friends and attended the BBQ which, conveniently, was being held right in front of our house.
Turns out John had a good time, once he had a couple of beers (poured inconspicuously into a large plastic cup so as not to offend the our alcohol free neighbors). He even engaged in a spirited game of Frisbee with a couple of twelve year old girls.
Alex joined all of the neighborhood kids in the yard of the older gentleman who lives across the street. He'd long left the BBQ to be at home with his wife and fluffy white dog, but for whatever reason, the neighborhood kids decided his yard was the place to be. About 20 kids running through his flower beds and throwing balls over the fence into his back yard. Alex was so thrilled to be playing with other kids (almost all of them older than him from 1 year to 13 years old) He didn't want me or John anywhere near him. Parents are so uncool you know. So for the duration of the party, we kept an eye on him from afar, only going to him after he fell down or got kicked in the head by a kid on a swing. He was playing so rough and rowdy, by the end of the party, he was black and blue with scrapes on his knees and elbows.
Saturday, John went golfing with his brother and Alex and I went to the park. Then we got together with some friends and their three year old daughter and went to the zoo. The zoo was packed, but we had fun anyway. Alex really got a kick out of the meerkats while I found myself in awe of the giraffes. They were being fed inside and you could go in the building and they were right there, huge and odd looking. For a good half hour I couldn't seem to shut up about giraffe poop. They poop like rabbits. Little poo pellets. I found that fascinating.
Yesterday John played with Alex downstairs while I layed on the couch and felt fat and ugly. I get this way, usually one day every month, a couple days before my period starts, I lay around on the sofa and whine and moan about being fat. The next day, I get up, still fat, but feeling better about it. John took us out to dinner later that evening. Which was lovely until Alex threw up his entire meal right there on the table. This was one of those times where I really notice how motherhood has changed me. I cleaned up the mess, washed my hands and then we stayed and ordered dessert.
Today John and I slept in in shifts. I got up with Alex at 7:00, let John sleep until 8:30, then I got to nap from 8:30 to 9:30 until John had to leave to go golfing with the guys. Jen and Lily came over and made chicken salad sandwiches for lunch, which were quite yummy. We were going to go to IKEA, but Alex started acting like a brat, so I figured a couple of hours fighting with him to sit still in a shopping cart wouldn't be very enjoyable. We took him to the park to play in the sandbox instead. Now I'm just killing time until he gets up from his nap so I can go to JP's house to watch the Jazz game while everyone swims. I likely won't be parading my white flabby thighs around my brother-in-law's pool. But Alex will probably get in and splash with everyone.
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