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The Peanut got up at the crack-ass of dawn, a problem he seems to have when we’re not at our house. We went down to the beach – an amazing benefit of the place, the beach was 150 yards from the front door – and played down there until everyone else woke up.
He wasn’t too keen on walking back, but fortunately the Chop was willing to come down and carry him. :)
I love going on vacation. After a full day at the beach (low tide = toddler heaven), my friend J and I left the guys inside and went out for dessert. Oof. Vacation means I can eat really, really unhealthy things… like chocolate cake and brownies.
Today was the Peanut’s best friend’s birthday. He decided he needed to be born a few weeks premature, so his birthday that should be in August is instead in June. It hasn’t matter, this kid has far and away exceeded all milestones and frankly thinking of him as a preemie always makes me shake my head. That kid? No, no way. He’s way too advanced to have been a preemie.
And he’s the Peanut’s buddy – as you can see.
We took the Peanut to his favorite park – the final peg in an extremely eventful, baby-friendly weekend.
There was a petting zoo, a giant butterfly water fountain, a huge sand box and a triple-sized playground.
He was in heaven.
The Peanut had another playdate this week (he’s got a busy social calendar) with his best buddy. I love when they get together because his friend tries to feed him, his parents are dear friends of ours and we let the boys run wild.
There were water games, rice cakes, ambulance races and two completely exhausted toddlers by the end of the day.
My mom’s been talking about getting the entire family to go to Hawaii in a year or so. I love Hawaii, but hate the idea of such a long plane ride with a toddler. I keep telling her that yes, Hawaii is gorgeous, but we have the Bahamas just south of us… a very short plane ride away. And we haven’t been there yet.
No, she insists, we need to go back to Hawaii. It’s been too long. I want to see our friends there and take the Peanut.
My resistance wavered today when I saw these amazing photos posted on Neatorama. Wow.
We start each week here with grand plans. We’re going to finish picking up leaves (shut up) in the yard, pull weeds, clean the house, finally take this or that to the dump, not take naps when the Peanut does because he was up at 6AM and we didn’t go to bed until 2 and both of us get up when he gets up so we can work and go to bed at a reasonable hour. We give up on the both-of-us-getting-up by Monday and the no-naps by Tuesday (mainly the Chop, but I do occasionally try to sneak one in when it’s my turn to get up and I’ve slept four hours, wtf), but we try in vain all weekend to clean the house, go to the dump and do yard work. It’s not that we don’t have good intentions, we just find hanging out with the Peanut – and sleeping in – more entertaining by the time the weekend rolls around.
Holiday weekends are my favorite. I feel like Sunday is Saturday, so I can clean and the Chop can go to the dump and we can take the Peanut to the park and I don’t have to bust my butt to work all night… because Monday no one calls me. No one calls, mostly no one emails and I have a day to work on big or overdue projects. We still get to play outside and the Chop gets a nap and I get several blissfully uninterrupted hours.
Then it’s Tuesday and there are only three more days left of the week and yeah, the weeding is probably not getting done. But we did go to Home Depot and buy a bin for clippings and a wheelbarrow for hauling and a new wading pool for the Peanut, so this weekend, we shall tackle the damn yard.
Don’t buy a house with a quarter acre of beautifully manicured, loaded with flowers and plants, yard. If you don’t have time to weed and whatever the hell it is they do in the spring and the fall, you’ll spend an arm and a leg on someone who does.
