Our weekend with SuperDada

Hot. So hot. And yet we were outside. What is wrong with us?

Before he leaves on his big sexy adventure, Dada had some work to do in the yard. Because we are like totally his groupies, we joined him outside. There was a chainsaw involved. Isaac wanted to play with it: "That's COOL, Mommy!" "NO, buddy, we don't play with the chainsaw." To soften the blow of chainsaw rejection, I let him play with Dada's unreasonably large socket collection. It is clear that the seriously useful and attractive handyman genes were passed down to this one.








Though I say "play with", a more technically correct description would be "litter the driveway with". Did you know sockets can roll quite easily under the car? Now I do.

When he finished his yardwork, Dada went to the Big Park with us, the one right next to our playgroup meeting place that we only go to every now and then to keep it freshalicious. The Big Park has two play areas and a gross, algae-covered lake that is Isaac's favorite place to be because sometimes there are geese there. Well, not this day, but sometimes.



We played together, getting microwaved under the insistent sunshine. Isaac had it all backwards, going down the stairs and up the slide. We'll work on that.