Weekend fun

It was a fun, busy weekend. Friday night, we spent some time hanging out as a family and playing in the back yard.

R loves lawnmower rides. I promise he does.

After dinner, the boys and I went to the neighborhood ice cream place with our neighbors. This was a poor choice. The kids were being awful (when W is the best behaved of the bunch, that's saying something). When we finally made it home, we had a visitor.

Yes, I let my children play with random cats. Why do you ask?

W shared his slushy with Kitty. Kitty liked it.

Saturday, B helped some of our friends move. These are the friends who manage to be on vacation every time we move, but whatever. We still love them, and I still volunteer my husband to help them move heavy objects. My mother-in-law came up to play with the boys, so Mommy got to go to therapy and run some errands. Yay! Actually, it was great. Pre-offspring, I used to do all of my running around for the week on Saturdays, and I loved the alone time. I'd forgotten how much I liked those hours until I got to have them again this weekend. I need to arrange for this more often.

Today, the boys and I went to my moms to attend a fun fest at the church a block from her house. It was a ton of fun, and all free! They had inflatables, face painting, games for preschoolers, an old firetruck, decorate-your-own cupcake stand, balloon animals, and awesome junk food (sno-cones, cotton candy, popcorn, and hotdogs) I forgot my camera and my mom's battery died about half an hour in, so the only pics I have are from my cell (and these are mostly from the end of the afternoon).

Once we discovered the firetruck, W didn't want to do anything else.

Firefighter W! Who is blocking baby brother.

R - my baby who cannot possibly be mine because he doesn't really like sweets - refused my attempts to feed him sno-cones and cotton candy, but fell in love with the cupcake. I told my mom to grab a red velvet one for him to "decorate" because I figured I would end up eating it. I was very, very wrong. One taste of the frosting, and it was all over. The little old ladies manning the cupcake station just fell in love with this kid. They were fawning over him and his cake-smeared face like he was the cutest thing they'd ever seen. The pics don't really demonstrate the extent of the cake carnage. By the time he was done (and by "done", I mean "Mom and I took the cupcake remains away from him") he and I were both covered in cake. He must have been dying for some milk to go with his cake because he kept burying his sticky little face in my boobs and rooting around like he belonged there. I pointed out to him that the boob fountain had been closed for months, but he didn't listen.

Hmm...what is this white stuff?

Delicious is what! Get in my belleh!

We came home to a delicious beer-brined chicken B made while we were out playing. Unfortunately, W morphed into a melty puddle of stressed out baby when we got home. It was proof that he still NEEDS his daily nap. R was also crabby due to lack of nap time, so everyone went to bed super early tonight. We were kid-free by 7:30 tonight. It was nice. Now I'm just waiting for the laundry to get done so I can also go to bed.

How was your weekend?