The weekend I returned- President's Weekend- Eric and I, with my dad, took the kids to Morris Arboretum. The kids had been, but Eric and I never had. We brought a picnic lunch, and after we ate, Eric and I lay on the blanket in the sun while the kids ran around like little loons and my dad watched them.
|Happily ignoring our children|
|Looking cool in Chinatown|
The next day, Monday, I took the kids to the circus. We've never been, and in my memory, I don't even like the circus, but knowing that it was our last chance to go, I felt it was mandatory to take my children. I packed us all lunch (no $10 hot dogs for me, thank you), and we went to 5 Below to stock up on candy so that the kids wouldn't ask me to buy cotton candy at the arena. We got a great parking spot, the kids were in happy moods, and we loved the whole thing. Benjamin sat on my left and narrated the circus to me, Charlotte sat on my lap, and Asher sat on my right at the edge of his seat the whole time. The circus was significantly better than I remembered- in large part because they seem to have minimized the clowns and maximized things like aerial gymnastics.
Last weekend was fairly quiet- the weather on Saturday was spring-like and then Sunday we were back to winter. Charlotte got a donation of "accessories" from our friends, and dressed beautifully.
|Once she put my shoes on she was "ready for work." She told me she was "going to talk to my clients."|
The exhibit was a little crowded, and the kids weren't overwhelmingly patient, but it was fun. Asher's interest got piqued, and he has been asking Alexa to play Rolling Stones music ever since.
|Asher watching the introductory videos|
|Charlotte loved sticking out her tongue|
|A handsome young man inside a store I haven't visited since I was a young woman|
At the carnival, my co-worker had gone all out, and the kids indulged in every piece of sugary sweet there. There was face-painting, carnival games, and inflatables. Certain almost-37-year-old parents may or may not have raced up the inflatable, almost trampling their daughter in the process. Not naming any names.
|Benjamin with a cotton candy cone nose|
|She has a beautiful unicorn on her forehead from the carnival|