Monday: yes, we were just there, but so what?
Pawpaw had never been to our local orchard before. Of course we must take him, and snag some more of their sinful juicy peaches to take home. We were a bit scared that the forecast called for rain, but though our feet got a little wet from walking in the grass, we saw none of it and had a great time.
We found some fish food and Meemaw quickly dispensed with the first round of quarters to fatten the already obese koi:
We showed Pawpaw our Barnyard Buddies, played in the sandbox, and climbed all over the train where Mommy got a little snap-happy:
Mommies and grandparents agree: the orchard is a great place for toddlers. And babies.
After naptime, Meemaw and Pawpaw watched the babies for an hour and a half so I could go for my annual checkup. This doctor, who I do like, is a little weird. She asked me the typical questions: "Do you smoke?" (no) "Do you drink?" (a very little). When she got to "Do you exercise?" I joked with her, "You mean like carrying a 20-pound baby all over the house and chasing my toddler at the park?" In complete seriousness, she looked at me over her glasses and said, "That doesn't count. You need to take time to exercise for yourself." You know, with all that time I have floating around, that time I spend watching QVC and eating bonbons and crocheting doilies. I mean, if the lady would just look at my forearms. Dude, they are totally ripped!
As she's examining my Jacob-feeders, she notices aloud that the blood vessels surrounding them are engorged. She then launches into this great story about a mare at her farm that just had a baby colt, and boy are the veins on HER udder enlarged! You know, because I as a nursing mother so deeply desire to be compared to a farm animal by a relative stranger. Later as we talked about babies I inquired as to whether she, who was clearly pushing 50, had any children. She didn't, she said, and never got around to making the time to have them because of her career. Poor girl, I thought, but that does explain a few things for me.
That night we treated Isaac to his new favorite toy -- the sprinkler! Toddler entertainment that simultaneously does some yard work for Dada!
Pawpaw and I ran around town doing some errands, and they also let me drive to Starbucks by myself to pick up some beverages. I'm telling you, I'm tempted to let these highly accomplished babysitters just up and move into my basement. They would be so much cooler than those itinerant spiders living down there now.
We found some fish food and Meemaw quickly dispensed with the first round of quarters to fatten the already obese koi:
We showed Pawpaw our Barnyard Buddies, played in the sandbox, and climbed all over the train where Mommy got a little snap-happy:
Mommies and grandparents agree: the orchard is a great place for toddlers. And babies.
After naptime, Meemaw and Pawpaw watched the babies for an hour and a half so I could go for my annual checkup. This doctor, who I do like, is a little weird. She asked me the typical questions: "Do you smoke?" (no) "Do you drink?" (a very little). When she got to "Do you exercise?" I joked with her, "You mean like carrying a 20-pound baby all over the house and chasing my toddler at the park?" In complete seriousness, she looked at me over her glasses and said, "That doesn't count. You need to take time to exercise for yourself." You know, with all that time I have floating around, that time I spend watching QVC and eating bonbons and crocheting doilies. I mean, if the lady would just look at my forearms. Dude, they are totally ripped!
As she's examining my Jacob-feeders, she notices aloud that the blood vessels surrounding them are engorged. She then launches into this great story about a mare at her farm that just had a baby colt, and boy are the veins on HER udder enlarged! You know, because I as a nursing mother so deeply desire to be compared to a farm animal by a relative stranger. Later as we talked about babies I inquired as to whether she, who was clearly pushing 50, had any children. She didn't, she said, and never got around to making the time to have them because of her career. Poor girl, I thought, but that does explain a few things for me.
That night we treated Isaac to his new favorite toy -- the sprinkler! Toddler entertainment that simultaneously does some yard work for Dada!
Pawpaw and I ran around town doing some errands, and they also let me drive to Starbucks by myself to pick up some beverages. I'm telling you, I'm tempted to let these highly accomplished babysitters just up and move into my basement. They would be so much cooler than those itinerant spiders living down there now.
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