Sign of a good weekend? Getting sunburn on your arms.
We spent most of it outside. Maggie and me playing (or rather, Maggie playing and me, sitting in a chair in the yard because I’m supposed to be ‘taking it easy’, whatever THAT means.) While we floated back and forth between our yard and the neighbors’ yards, Dan was busy being Suburban Dad: cutting the grass, cleaning up the garage, and riding his tractor around the yard looking busy. And on Sunday, he got the job of spreading mulch in the flower beds with the help of my mom.
(Flower beds look GREAT. Pictures possibly soon, when it stops RAINING. boo)
Maggie decided to sneak up to the neighbor’s house yesterday morning without telling anyone. My mom pulled up as I was finishing Maggie’s sunscreen application. She nearly jumped out of her skin, she was so excited. I still needed to get myself ready for outside, so I told her to go ahead out and head down to the garage to see Grandma. About a minute later, my mom rang the doorbell and asked where Maggie was- the neighbors had yelled down and said she was up at their house? Was that alright?
Of course, IT WAS NOT ALRIGHT. (I mean, she’s allowed to go up there and play with the kids, as long as we’re with her when she crosses the street and we, um, KNOW SHE’S UP THERE.) The little stinker! I marched up the street and called for her. As soon as she turned and saw me, she froze.
She knew she was in trouble. Tears and hugs and explanations, even. (She tried unsuccessfully to convince me that I told her to go to the garage, but Grandma wasn’t THERE in the garage, so naturally her next move was to check at the neighbor’s house? Nice try, kid.)
It really wasn’t THAT big of a deal to us, but we needed to make it a lesson for her. In our neighborhood, she won’t make it too far without someone seeing her and making sure she’s safe. But still. It was not cool.
But I think she got the point.
I made pancakes for breakfast on Sunday morning. Then I had a slice of pizza FOR A SNACK in the afternoon before passing out for a 2 hour nap on the couch. Viva la Pregnancy!
There was a groundhog in our yard.
Then Sunday night, nearly our entire street got together for a volleyball game. SERIOUSLY. That stuff happens in Real Life? Apparently so. It was a great evening- I watched the action from the comfort of my folding chair, of course, but it was still fun.
Also, at one point, I played the role of salon owner and gave Maggie a pedicure while she read a magazine.
How was your weekend?