Weekending 35

We had a really great weekend. There was a lot of normal stuff that happened – Gabe’s dance class, a trip to Target where I finally made a LIST so as not to forget anything (except of course we got home and I was like “oh shit toothpaste, oh shit replacing that thing that broke, oh shit… xy and z.” Because you can never ever ever go to Target and get everything you need. It is the law), and we enjoyed the beautiful weekend. But then there were some extraordinary things that happened. Like a fun food truck festival across the street from our house and Maris being in town for her sister’s wedding shower which we then took advantage of as Weekend-O-Maris-Turning-30! Because the times where we are all in town at the same time only happen less than a handful of occasions every year and they always feel like the way things should be when they do.

Gabe can be next seen on Broadway.

After dance class we go next door for pizza because Gabe insists (And the pizza is delicious) and then he refuses to eat any pizza. MORE FOR ME.

They also have fresh baked cookies. Imagine that.

Sad Kamel is Sad because we did not plan on eating at the food trucks and just went to scope them out.

Not too indulgent, just enough nutrition to sustain.

Jump!

Sending a video to Uncle Alex. Hi Uncle Alex!

Happy 30th Birthday Maris! Let the Dick’s Burgers floweth!

Sometimes you have to take the head rests off in order to enjoy each other’s company and watch Maris open presents.

Instagramming at Phantom of the Opera!!

Look! Custom menus!!

Rooftop dining. Thank you Seattle springtime!

Singing the happy birthday song from Red Robin, as tradition demands.

The true essence of Maris.