Saturday started off with a bang - literally. Thunderstorms and tornado warnings put a damper on our exciting plans of raking up sweetgum balls at Mema's house. So, we went to Mom and Dad's and hung out there for a bit with Dad, Paul, and Lympi...who are still working on moving out 4 months later. From there we (minus Dad, who insisted on waiting around in hopes that Mom would bring him some lunch at some point in the day) went to Milano for lunch. (Where Chris has an issue 100% of the time in trying to substitute a salad for fries. 100% of the time.) While at lunch, the observation was made that the sun was now out...and that regardless of the fact that the wind was blowing at 900 knots (is that possible?), we probably needed to head to Mema's and take care of those balls. (insert joke here. trust me, many sophisticated jokes were made during this chore). So, off to Greenville we go. And we raked up balls. It was supposed to take us hours upon hours, but I think it took one hour. And then we ate brownies. Not bad. At least Max made the smart choice, diet-wise.
(It's Diet Coke. We start the addiction early around here. Actually, his addiction was most likely started in utero.)
We wrapped up Saturday night with pizza (healthy and made at home - yay us!) and a movie. Oh, and a very valuable fashion lesson was learned on Saturday. If you wear galoshes because it's raining at the beginning of the day, be sure that you carry a change of shoes just in case. Because if you're wearing galoshes when the day becomes sunny and beautiful, no matter how cute you looked earlier, you really just look stupid. (Take THAT fashion bloggers!)
This morning when I got up, guess who was loitering by the front door again???
The Easter Bunny sure has been enjoying our little patch of weeds in the front yard. Environmentalists that we are, I think we'll just continue to NOT cut our grass so that the Easter Bunny has something to eat. Hopefully the neighbors are ok with that.
Today was Palm Sunday. I have memories of Palm Sundays when I was younger, and I remember always being excited to get my own palm leaf to wave on that day. Max got his first palm leaf today and he thoroughly enjoyed it (literally. at one point, we discovered him eating one of the palm fronds. Hello, attentive parents.)
(Doesn't he look like a little monkey? Well, do monkeys climb palm trees? Not sure. Ok, doesn't he look like a little koala bear? No, they don't climb palm trees either. He looks like a little raccoon. I KNOW they climb palm trees...exhibit A below)
I think it's understandable that we didn't notice Max eating the palm frond, though. We were distracted. See, today was the annual Easter Cantata at church. I have been looking forward to it for weeks because I know the Simpsonville United Methodist Church choir always does a great Cantata. And it was awesome - especially the little girl choir. So cute! But what probably distracted us most was the liturgical dancer. She was obviously a talented ballerina, but Chris and I both couldn't stop thinking about Napolean Dynamite and the Happy Hands Club during her performance.
After church, it was time to hit the trail! We met up with Mimi and PopPop as they embarked on one of their last ditch attempts at getting "conditioned" for their biking tour next month in the Netherlands (or as I like to call it, DeathBike 2011). Just kidding! :)
The Swamp Rabbit Trail was rather harrowing today, though. We witnessed several wrecks and we had two could-have-been-altercations with oblivious bikers. I hereby decree that anyone choosing to bike the trail should be forced to take a course in "Bike Trail Etiquette"...based on today's experience, most people would flunk this course. And on second thought, Mimi and PopPop should be able to survive DeathBike 2011 after today's ride.
To reward ourselves for surviving, the Ludwigs stopped by The Blueberry Frog on the way home. Even more rewarding, we had half-price certificates. Yay! Look at this deliciousness.
(Key Lime yogurt with white chocolate chips, nilla wafers, and pecans...YUMMMMMMMM) We were not disappointed. That goes for all of us.
(And Max would like to go ahead and take this opportunity to thank Nana for testing the waters as far as his dairy tolerance so that we felt somewhat ok with letting him have a taste of our yogurt.)
And now, with the baby bathed and in bed, the dinner eaten and cleaned up, and the dog walked (by Chris - I couldn't take a walk if my life depended on it right now), we're ending our fun weekend on a great note...watching spiders rip other insects' heads off compliments of some creepy show Chris taped on DVR. Ahhh, weekends.
2 comments:
You take that baby to church in his pajamas?
It wasn't pajamas - it was khaki pants and a cute little blue sweater.
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