Still haven’t recovered from the weekend of non-stop action. In the middle of the night an over-tired little man came screaming and stumbling into my room, letting one of the cats in with him. The room is supposed to be a cat-free zone, because of the husband’s allergies. But I had a dilemma. I would have had to turn the light on to find the cat (who I could hear skulking about in one of the closets) and risk waking the little man back up. After about an hour of laying, exhausted yet aware of the cat, I was able to forcibly eject her from the room…but was too tired to do the same with the boy. When he woke up at his usual time, around 6am this morning, my eyes nearly welled with tears of frustration. I had to have a second cup of coffee before life seemed worth living. But I should be able to recount our adventures now, before the computer room becomes too hot to handle.
Saturday: A lovely blogger breakfast with Tina, Lane, Maxwell and Betsy at the Seward Cafe. For those who overslept, you will have a second chance. The Canada-bound crew will be swinging back through on the 15th.
After breakfast we met up with our neighbor-friends at the Walker Art Center’s family day. The little man was in rare form…his attention span was shorter than my temper. He flitted about, opting to go through the mini golf course in random, rather than numerical, order. I guess I should be pleased I’ve got a little non-conformist on my hands, but it was frustrating as all get out. Our group wound up being too tired and hungry to stick around for the main attractions (yo-yo and taiko drumming perfomances) and headed to Jasmine Deli for a tasty, and cheap, lunch instead.
Afterwards we headed home for a brief rest, then regrouped for a (kindergarten) graduation party at another neighbor’s house. Perhaps we should have stuck around for the pinata, but instead we headed to Chuck and Lori’s BBQ. It was a good time, and always lovely to meet more bloggers in the meatworld. Alas, the little man was the only kneebiter to show up so I spent less time socializing and more time preventing him from a) torturing kitties b) damaging property and c) running into hot bbq grills. So by the time my favorite Duluthians arrived and the party was getting into gear I was already winding down.
Sunday: A little less hectic. We had a visit with the little man’s paternal Auntie D (I wish she was my sister), great-grandmother and great-aunt, all of whom were in town for a just few days. The lot of us lunched at a surprisingly good Vietnamese restaurant in the ‘burbs (creatively called “Vietnam Restaurant“).
Before our next engagement we had enough time to pick up some new sandals for the little man. The poor kid is floundering in his first pair of flip-flops, but refuses to wear anything else. He wore them to yet another graduation party we attended, stumbling around, trying to keep up with his older cousin/friend. When we finally returned home, and were able to stay put, he crashed out around 7pm…and I followed him to lalaland shortly afterwards.
