Whether or not we get sunshine on Memorial Day Weekend is a bit of a toss-up in these parts. Last year? Not so good. This year? We turned on the AC in our house (oh sweet AC, how I love thee). It was a good weekend for nice weather since we had an outdoor wedding to go to on Saturday. Actually, we missed the ceremony for the wedding since our car broke down, but after many many tears and further pleading with the mechanic, we were able to get it fixed and made it to Jaime and Jeremy's reception in Brownsville. It was lovely and wonderful.
Other than the wedding, it was a nice relaxing weekend around here with the added bonus of having Jason's parents visit. Since my parents have farm-ish things to do like dogs to feed and grass to mow and bbq ribs to eat and parties to throw that don't include their eldest daughter, they can't often do overnight trips to our house. We therefore more than regularly invite Jason's parents down to visit us since they don't have any of the aforementioned things going on, except for a dog to feed, and he's just an old blind chihuahua so he's really more like a gerbil than a dog. Furthermore, Jason's brother lives in Rhode Island and has no plans to ever return to the mighty Northwest, even though he hates all the East Coast beers, so we are The Family.
We didn't veer too far off the traditional path, and spent the weekend hanging around outside, eating burgers.
Jason manned the grill, fixing us all some tasty burgers that included pineapple and cheddar cheese. Oh yeah, that's how we do it around here. (All you burger lovers ought to read Mopsy's description of burgers, so deliciously written that we were compelled to go out to Red Robin for Sydney's birthday dinner.)
While I was off in the kitchen fixing pasta salad and all-things-that-must-accompany-burgers, the grandparents volunteered to play with the grandkids. Holding Jules is a rough job, but somebody has to do it.
I could tell she really wanted to sink that tooth into a burger, but Sydney wouldn't share. And neither would I.
The entertainment of the afternoon was bubbles and hopscotch. Oh, the magical wonders of tiny plastic wands and sidewalk chalk.
The broom in hand is to sweep up chalk since sometimes the cleaning is all part of the playing.
That's my little three year old. Goodness gracious we love her so. We celebrated her birthday yesterday with a picnic lunch outside, a trip to Red Robin for the requested "fries and hotdog on a stick" (although Jason and I stuck to burgers) as well as a side order of birthday singing with ice cream sundae. There was also a lollypop from Dutch Brothers, and a trip to the library where she was serenaded with another round of Happy Birthday. Once I finish my homework I'll have something to write for my sweet curly headed girl. There's so much to say.