Last weekend, we went to the farmers market. I was fussy (me, not Jameson), so after the farmers market, I’m sure they were both happy enough to be rid of me when I went to my scheduled facial appointment. I had purchased a groupon a long time ago, went, and then had the opportunity to buy another certificate at the same price. Anyway, long story long, it was expired but they told me they would honor it when I went to my haircut last so I wanted to make sure I used it.
The facial was nice, and then I made dinner. (I. made. dinner.) I had two girlfriends over from work, and their kids. Lauren, with her twins girls, and Katie, with her two girls. I made spaghetti and meatballs, everyone was quiet and happy, and Brian was thrilled that he got to start brewing his October pumpkin beer early. I didn’t take any photos.
So Saturday started out cranky, but ended on a nice note. The weekend got better from there: Sunday, we even went to church. Not our church, but another, by the pastor who married us. Jameson enjoyed played with his friend Abigail again, which was better than our last traumatic church visits where he cried himself to sleep in the nursery. We went out for Mexican food after, where Jameson refused to try a quesadilla, so that we will certainly have to try again!
In the afternoon, in a good and motivated mood, I broke out the camera again finally, and I captured this face:
I look at it, and I can hear him squealing. Brian is spraying water at his feet from the hose.
We broke out a sprinkler again, which Jameson is still not as fond of, but he got closer to it!
Lily joined us, but she didn’t want to get too close to the sprinkler either. She kept asking us to put the balls in it for her so she could watch them fly out.
We filled up the neighbor’s pool then for them to splash in. Jameson loves to hold the hose. He can mostly be trusted to hold it over the pool when he doesn’t get distracted.
Yes, those are lawn chairs in the pool. The kids had a blast, and I enjoyed watching, and taking some photos. That face reminded me why I do it.
Here’s hoping we’re turning the first trimester corner into less exhaustion, less sickness, more fun. Last night I went to bed at 7:30, and while it was wonderful to get that much sleep, I’m ready to have my evenings back.