I just love three-day weekends. When I was working, I thought they were the ultimate morale-booster. Now I love them because it means three days with Joe, and 50% more family time than your average weekend!
Saturday night we hosted a cookout for a bunch of our friends. Joe and I both really love hosting, but somewhere in the preparation for a big event, there’s always some stress.
“Seriously? You invited more people?”
“It’s okay, they’re not all going to come.”
“How do you know? Did you ask them to RSVP?”
“They’re going to text me if they need directions.”
“When? Half an hour before they get here?!”
And for some reason (perhaps because of the aforementioned conversation…), there’s always a last-minute, hurried trip to the store for more supplies.
“How many hot dogs did you say we have, again?”
“Twenty-four.”
“Okay, so how many more should I buy?”
“I don’t know! How many people are coming?”
“Well, we know the Smiths and the Johnsons are for sure. But the Wilsons probably won’t. The Douglases might. And then there’s the Smiths. So how many is that?”
“Wait, you said the Smiths twice!”
“Oh. Okay, let me start over.”
But in the end, it’s always fun, and this weekend was no exception. We set up the baby pool, so some of the kids had fun splashing around in that (and then, some didn’t). It was blazing hot, so some of the adults might’ve been tempted as well.
Sunday we laid low and ate leftovers, including s’mores roasted over the gas stove. I love s’mores! (One little girl who came to our cookout kept asking when we were going to make the smurfs.)
Monday we had plans to attend another cookout hosted by some friends, but we wanted to do something as a family beforehand, so we ended up driving out to a nearby lake. It was packed and neither Joe nor I are very fond of lake swimming, but it was another hot day, so we ended up really enjoying ourselves. About twenty minutes after we got in the lake, it started thundering and the sky got really dark. So it was another one of those events, but still totally worth it, we decided.
I love G’s little green and white striped suit. My mom got it for her at this awesome kids’ consignment shop. Daddy was in charge of sunscreen. To be fair, it is hard to get it totally rubbed in.
In other weekend news, Gianna is crawling and thinks I am her own personal jungle gym. I think things are about to get really interesting around here.
At Monday’s cookout, Joe tucked a little flower behind G’s ear. So sweet.
What did you do this weekend?





































