This is the peanut butter and jelly post of our weekend. The middle . . . the ooey gooey stuff in between the two slices of bread. Time is a hard thing for me to come by, so putting our weekend into three posts instead of one cumbrous, gigantic one was a lot more accommodating for me.
So let me begin by showing you the scene that I witnessed from my kitchen window early Saturday morning.
Brayden apparently had a game to get to–so he told me. He was driving to “the field”, which conveniently was located at the entrance to our garage. I think he was a little confused which game he was going to. It seems that I have signed him up for too many sports at one time.
Oh, but if only they offered sports leagues for little two-year-olds. We would be waiting eagerly in line. He would be jumping up and down and talking a mile a minute while we waited. And it would be with total and sincere enthusiasm.
The boy pees thoughts about sports.
Carter is smiling at me constantly. Usually it involves the scrunching up of his nose, a curled tongue and the start of a conversation that sounds a lot like a gaa. Or a goo. Either way, it delights me every time he does it.
I miss the days where I held him for every nap. Now, that happens few and far between. When it’s just me and the two boys, I can’t afford that luxury.
We traveled to visit my family on Easter morning. We had a lovely time. Brayden ate up the easter egg hunt. He also tried to open all of his eggs with his teeth. I wonder where he learned that maneuver . . . ahem, James. My mom also went completely Julia Child on us and cooked up a delicious day of eating. But more on that later.
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