our weekend

Early last week, my throat began to be irritated and swollen.  I figured it must be all the smoke that has been hanging over our little valley.  But then the congestion started...followed by fatigue...the coughing and hacking and finally the fever. AngelBaby was sick, I was sick and so the weekend began.

I visited the doc, hoping to be told it was just a nasty cold or a reaction to the smoke, but he heard my history with pneumonia (had bronchitis turned pneumonia the last three summers) and concluded it as early pneumonia and prescribed antibiotics. (I really was a very healthy person until I had kids.  accident prone, but healthy. three babies in four years has killed my immune system.)

Husband and I had a hot date planned that night, our first in weeks and I had been really looking forward to having some time alone with him since he's been gone so much lately.  Plus, we were celebrating our anniversary. So I drugged myself up, took a nap and was hoping for that hot date still but eventually resigned myself to a quiet evening at home instead.

Daddy assembled the girls' new water table and they had a blast playing with that.  They scooped up the water and poured it into the water wheel, all over the ground and eventually, all over each other.  A wonderful friend dropped off some dinner for us (having heard I wasn't feeling so hot), so we had our a picnic dinner, played in the water and had a family movie cuddle.

The next morning, we had a feast of waffles smothered with nutella, strawberry jam and whip cream (a great celebratory breakfast).  We played in the water all morning and Daddy took the girls for a few errands while me and AngelBaby napped.  Eventually we got ready for our big event of the day and headed down the canyon for an extended family swim party with all of my cousins from my Dad's family.  We had to run a few errands on the way, including swim suit shopping.  I had excitedly looked forward to being able to shop for a new swimsuit when I got down to my goal weight but turns out that particular activity is an ego beating, no matter what you weigh. But six stores later, I had a suit and we arrived at the swim party.

What a blast.  We chatted with cousins that we only see at this annual tradition and the kids loved playing in the pool.  Daddy repeatedly launched the kids high into the air and landing in the water with a giant splash.  The kids wore themselves out in the water, avoided the dinner plates I fixed for them in favor of sneaking candy and delightedly discovered the grandkid toy room in the basement brimming with princess dresses, dollhouses and play kitchens.

Eventually we made our way home with our exhausted little fish sound asleep in the back and I got a little alone time with Daddy after all.  Happy 7 years.  :)