Last weekend as a family of three?
On Friday evening C and I went to a fabulous birthday party with entertainment by the fabulous Lucas Jack/Mike Gomez duo. C was in heaven - there were wiffle balls and inflatable balls of all sizes, all ready to be corralled and thrown in the baby pool, fished out, and thrown in again. (She is obsessed with 'baws').
[Second nest-y thing will be moving the contents of the '0-3 month baby girl' box into the dresser drawer. (Meanwhile Becky is doing all sorts of exciting things to construct a new nursery - girl, you have a vision and you have a lot of energy).]
We had to wile away a couple of hours while the car was in the shop so we walked across the parking lot to the brand new Burger King where we had the playplace and its age-appropriate slide to ourselves for an hour.
Luke played a gig in Houston on Saturday night and arrived home at 5 am -- I hustled C out of the house as fast and quietly as I could so he could sleep. This may be the last of our Weekend Mornings in Exile because one baby is easy enough to get of the house, two seems impossible.