Oh man, what to say? The weekend after a three day weekend is always the shortest weekend on the planet. What a tease you were, weekend. The baby is on a wake-up-super-early-every-day kick and it is killing me. KILLING ME. I already wake up at 5am during the week in order to work out, so on the weekends I really… REALLY need at least a 6:30 or 7:00 sleep in schedule. But no. Not even with staying up past baby bedtime on Friday did we get a sleep in. Nope. So I am writing this on Sunday night and I am DRAGGING. Oh, 5 day week, how you will stomp on me and spit me out, I just know it.
This weekend was errands errands errands, cleaning the house, playing with the baby, and heading over to my parent’s for roof top time + grilled salmon and other noms made by my dad. The weather was amazing, I got too much sun despite sunscreen, and the baby did not get burnt (thank goodness). We’ve been on a mission to explore a variety of parks whenever we can, so this weekend we went to Jefferson Park in Beacon Hill. SO COOL. So many cool things to play with, so many open fields to explore. Even many water spouts to splash in. We will be back, Jefferson…. oh yes we will.
Gabe also got a legit shoe fitting at Nordstrom on Saturday. It was a great way to kick off the weekend. New summer kicks, who wouldn’t be thrilled about that?
Life is to short not to Creme Brulee.
(Levitation caught on camera.)
A brilliant clean up plan gone awry…
Sunday morning Sesame Street while riding a Dragon. As you do.