A belated Happy Mother’s Day to all of the Mama Bears out there. I hope you all had as great a day as I did.
The day started with an exquisite extra hour & half of sleep, followed by two very excited, wiggly, giggly boys climbing in bed with me with an awesome breakfast not far behind. There was laughing. There was licking. There was a picture of me drawn by Max: “Look, mommy! I gave you one big eye- I made you a cyclops!” Unfortunately, I do not have a picture of it to share.
After enjoying a nice long shower, and since it was truly the most beautiful weather, I thought it would be appropriate to go to the “Mother” of all playgrounds…. Kid’s Castle. Check this beast out:
These photos don’t even do it justice… this place is every kid’s dream come true as far as playgrounds go. The huge castle part is very much like an M.C. Escher maze, complete with a three story slide that I think Bill almost got stuck in. There’s a ton of swings, a pirate ship, a whole sandbox section, bridges, monkey bars, balance beams, the list goes on & on. And it’s all free. Gotta love the city of Doylestown.
Afterwards, we enjoyed a nice lunch out served by a not-so-nice waiter (I think he maybe partied a little too hard the night before), and headed home so the boys could take naps. I settled down to get some sewing done while Bill headed outside to finish up some yardwork.
About an hour later, in a flash of stammering nakedness, my husband comes running up the stairs, stripped of all clothing, hollering that he’s about to puke. Apparently, he hit a fresh pile of dog poo with the weed whacker, and it sprayed like….well…. sh*t hitting the fan. And, God bless him, he finished the job, covered in canine feces from head to toe. This level of dedication to lawn and yard would surely put the Lawn Whisperer to shame. Bravo, Bill. I never laughed so hard in my life. I’m sure you can read about the whole story in gory detail later this week on Poop & Boogies.
After the kids got up and Bill burned off his epidermis in the shower, I enjoyed a yummy dinner of chicken & bean burritos made for me by hubs. Oh, and if you live on the East Coast, that tremor you may have felt around 6 pm was not seismic activity…. it was just a few too many beans in Bill’s burrito. He’s ok, but I think I might have to call out a structural engineer… *just* to be safe….
Have a wonderful day.