Saturday Night

After a quick gander at the internet this morning I'm going to traipse out on the dangerously flimsy part of a long limb and take a gambly guess that ... you and almost everyone else just love this time of year?

We do too. You just won't catch me blogging about the beauty of the pumpkin spice, my love for layering scarves and sweaters and chunky socks with functional riding boots, the excitement of football season, or that first magical pot of chili simmering on the stove. Nope -- nary a word typed here.

After weathering a freak visit from toddlertinkervom circa 5 in the am on Saturday morning (that was of course relayed in great detail via multiple text messages to Simon who was polishing off his short little hellshift - and again via multiple exclamatory statements and reenacted momgags once he returned home), treating the patient and dozing parents to a Dora marathon, figuring out how to watch the Notre Dame game on ye old cell phone (geeeeeee whiz, technology these days), and eventually sliding into Saturday evening Mass only 2.3 minutes tardy we took a homemade picnic of Five Guys burgers and fries to one of Saint Louis' redeeming qualities: el huge park complete with el weather perfecto.

My first audible laugh of the weekend ... watching Sebastian roll for a very loooooong time helplessly down this little slope.

Stilllllllll rolling while Julia watched in semi-concerned horror. Simon went to save him despite my selfish pleas to just let him keep rolling so that I could keep snorting.

Julia treated us to her new trick du jour ... the "nakey dance"

fully clothed. And if the mature soul that taught her whatever the bleep a "nakey dance" is (as far as we can tell - it's a jig danced in a small circle -- preferably whilst wearing no clothes - especially not a cumbersome diaper while chanting, "nakey das!!!!!") can go ahead and fess up -- thanks.

Simon and I interacted with our offspring for a few brief moments ...

which they totally appreciated and cherished.

And as soon as we smartly realized that a park full of vegetation and pollen was probably exacerbating the curse out of Julia's insane allergies (note the leftover sneeze on her upside down person up above) ... we exercised our responsible parenting skills and packed up the party bus to make a hasty exit.

but not before we noticed a little something something on a little bottom bottom of a certain someone  someone.
 

it looked, smelled, and tasted like a chewed up and regurgitated fruit snack (strawberry flavor - maybe raspberry). Some crazy person must've poisoned him with some processed sugar.

Eyebrow raise.

I'm so glad he recognized and rejected the stranger danger ...

so that I could enjoy my second hearty laugh of the night.


And then Simon went back to the baby factory the next morning and the remaining 3.5 Pattons had a train wreck of a Sunday back at home but we held onto the memory of our Saturday night. Or something like that.