an ode to the weekend

Oct 20, 2014

Is it really Monday? It has to be since right now I am probably scrambling to get the kids to eat and get dressed and corral them into the car. But can we get another weekend? Because this one was good. 

It started off with Chris and Ace having a Dad and me art class. Which if you thought you saw everything cute in the world with your husband and children think again. Watching them get dressed up was the best, Ace was so excited to have his dad with him at something, since crusty old mom usually goes everywhere. They ended up decorating pumpkins and having so much fun. Guy time is totally a must when it comes to little boys. 

The unthinkable happened Saturday night, and Chris and I were granted another meal together without having to race to see who could finish their food faster, and then stop a food fight from our children. This will go down in history since it was two date nights in one week. My mom is a saint for agreeing to watch the kids around bedtime (also known as the witching hour). But we all knew that by the time she gets back up to Alaska I will be in no mood for date nights, and more than likely concentrating on timing contractions. So this was the golden opportunity. Which also breaks Chris and I's streak of having just about one date night a year since having children! I know I know there is a thing called babysitters, but I have yet to reach that comfort level in my parenting saga. Judge hard. We ate at one of my favorite places, Orso, and it was amazing. We are just conditioned to scarf down our food as fast as possible, and the habit was hard to break. Our waiter made note of it since every time he would put a plate down it was gone by the time he walked by again. Oh parenting how you have changed us so....

Another weird thing happened in this house over the weekend, football mysteriously appeared on my tv. Chris is not a huge football person (thank god, sorry to all you football lovers) so it is rarely on in the house. Hockey and baseball are a different story. But my mom made a solid attempt at changing that. So she enjoyed a game or two to the sounds of Ace and Pierce reenacting what they saw on the screen. Hilarious for all involved!

Finally, I was able to steal my own mom away from my children for a little mommy daughter time. It wasn't easy. The kids really could have cared less about me leaving the house, but were more concerned about where grandma was going. Thanks my little minions, not like I don't slave over you every other day when grandma isn't here. But it was great. I took my mom to my favorite bakery in downtown Anchorage. And it was so nice to just sit and talk without three little voices asking for a million things at once. We also went on a beautiful hike yesterday but I have yet to get all the pictures off my camera. 

How was your weekend? More importantly how is your Monday going so far? 


7 comments:

  1. We've never done a babysitter either! The shock on some peoples faces when I say that is great but I just can't get totally comfortable with the idea!

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  2. I'm so glad you got to partake in date nights! :)

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  3. Two date nights in a year all in one week. Such wonderful madness. We only go out once a year and it's on our anniversary so I feel ya there. Moms are just the best.

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  4. Not into football!? WHAAAAAAA?
    Also, I want a date night. And I'm jealous.

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  5. My husband isn't really a football fan either, and I am SOOOO thankful for that! I just can't watch that sport for some reason.

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  6. I'm not judging you for not trusting babysitters.....YET. LOL. I actually am pretty envious that you're so patient. I could not survive without date nights. I would end up in a mental home. lol.

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    1. HAHA! Some days I think, yep we are going to look for babysitters. But I can never get the guts to do it. I am a paranoid freak!!!! In time I will learn to let go, LOL!

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