Seriously. Seriously. Weekends should always be this perfect. The weather was gorgeous. The kids were happy. Everyone was healthy. We filled our days with fun things. It was perfect.
My weekend might have started Thursday afternoon.
I reached a good "pausing" point in my dissertation work and went on a walk with the boys and my mother-in-law (who is absolutely amazing and watching them Tuesdays and Thursdays this month before my defense!) to the 7-11 on the corner so we could all get Slurpee's. I planned on getting the boys one of the myriad of fruit-y flavors they always have. Thursday? No fruit flavor. Well, they had fruit punch but it was mixed with Mountain Dew and said "with added caffeine." No thank you. So, despite my hatred of soda and FIRMLY held belief that children don't need soda, the boys each got a few sips of a CocaCola Slurpee. Luckily, they didn't drink much of it. I feel all of the horrible mother guilt for letting them have something so awful (especially since they also ate Pumpkin Spice Oreos on Thursday. Healthy eating fail.) but they loved it and were all smiles. It's hard to feel guilty for long when you get these faces as your reward!
On Friday, I had MOPS. I've blogged about MOPS before. I love this organization. I love these women. Really, this post just says it all. Because Tripp's still recovering from croup and his hospital stay we didn't want him in childcare on Friday so asked our nanny to come an extra day. Since I was at MOPS without the toddlers, I was able to sneak off afterwards and have lunch with Casey! It was so nice getting to connect with him and chat over a relaxing lunch. Pre-kids we did lunch dates a few times a month and I miss them!
Saturday morning, we woke up and headed to the State Fair of Texas. I had the Fair on my "probably won't happen this year" part of the Fall Bucket List. Well, it happened. And it was amazing.
Sunday we had a lazy, at-home day. We played with trains. We built with blocks. We read books. We rolled over for the first time. Yep! Little JMac rolled over! At just 15 weeks! And actually, little James isn't so little. After three weeks wearing 3-6 month clothes, he has moved on up and now wears 6-9 months. His L-O-O-O-O-N-G legs make 3-6m pants look like shorts. No wonder little dude has been waking up 30x a night to eat! It takes a lot of calories to grow so much! My not so amazing abilities with a tape measure show that he is just shy of 27" which puts little Jiminy in the 99th percentile for height.