June 28, 2011
We spent the weekend -- the entire weekend, for reasons I cannot remember -- going places and doing things with and for the kids. All three of 'em.
SPOILER ALERT: Going places and doing things sucks.
On Friday we hauled everyone to the movie theater for Cars 2. (The boys loved it. LOVED IT! And I did not completely hate it! And the screaming baby in the theater did not belong to me! A victory all around, except for the part where we got out the door so incredibly late that popcorn had to count as everyone's dinner.)
On Sunday we went to the pool. (I wore a bikini! That nobody saw, because I did not take the maternity dress I wore as a cover-up off for even a single minute. I sat in the shade and held the baby for a secondary layer of postpartum-belly-camouflage.)
And wedged in between: Saturday. Oh, my heavenly lord. On Saturday we trekked into DC proper for a big barbecue battle-slash-street-festival. I hoped to eat some decent ribs and have a beer or two; I spent the entire afternoon pushing a double stroller around the kiddie section of the event, which was far, far away from the food and especially the beer, while alternately:
1) Barking at the wild and free and unleashed five-and-a-half-year-old to COME HERE, COME HERE, STAY CLOSE, WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING COMEHERE COMEHERECOMEHERE.
2) Apologizing to the toddler occupant of the double stroller who wanted out because he NEVER RIDES IN A STROLLER ANYMORE, WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS BULLSHIT, but I'm sorry, Mommy and Daddy are outnumbered, your butt is staying contained.
3) Looking for shady, semi-private places to breastfeed that were not porto-potties.
Jason and I never managed to sample more than two or three plates of food, we never made it down to and of the actual BBQ competition events, I never got to sign up for the Man v. Food Nation Hot Wing Challenges that were taking place every half hour that I WOULD HAVE KILLED AT, I WATCH THAT SHOW, I KNOW THE STRATEGY. We left after less than three hours but I swear, it felt like at least eight or 10.
Man. Good times. I can't wait until this weekend when we get to totally blow their little minds with some fireworks.