Tales from the Carpool Lane

We had a wild weekend around here, complete with a backyard Brownie campout, a visit from out-of-town friends, a trip to the zoo, and a cookout. All perfectly enjoyable things that should never be scheduled in a 24-hour period.

The girls did well on their campout, though. No one cried or wanted to go home, and they giggled until 10:30, then woke up the next morning proclaiming that they stayed up 'all night'. It was a brisk 46 degrees Saturday morning, and we ate pancakes and bacon and hot chocolate in the back yard. What, you thought I'd at least let them into the house to warm up? Nope. We were going for the authentic camping experience, you know.

Our good friends from when we lived in D.C. were in town for the weekend, and I truly loved playing tourist with them. We had babies at the same time, and our pregnancy woes bonded us together. It was kind of neat to see those babies play together four years later, when I have newborn pictures of them in car seats sitting next to each other. Our older girls actually remember each other well, and Grace has been known to sigh and wish for her 'best friend Maddie who lives far away' from time to time over the last three years. They were overjoyed to see each other. We spent most of the day at the zoo, then came back to our house for burgers and basketball. My husband is seriously depressed that UNC lost, in case you were wondering.

I declared Sunday a day of rest, skipping church and staying in bed until 11:00 like the good mother that I am. I pretty much lounged around the house all day in pajamas, telling the kids they could do anything that they asked just so they would leave me alone. The Monday morning cleanup is almost worth it.