Do you know how you have those weekends where your productivity is so high, you feel like you could climb mountains, slay giants and make Julia Childs’ boned, stuffed duck, baked in a pastry shell for dinner? Those weekends where you just work and work and WORK, and then sit down, sigh to yourself, and marvel over THE THINGS YOU GOT DONE?
Our weekend was the total opposite of a weekend like that. I made coffee, and that was pretty much what I managed to accomplish, in the way of ALL THINGS WORK RELATED.
On Friday night, our Small Town High boys were playing football right here on their own field. Against our better judgement, we took Thing 2. Taking Thing 2 to a sporting event is exactly like putting a sweatshirt on a twenty-seven-pound squirrel and hauling it to the field. Hubs and I are really brilliant people, though, so we drove separate vehicles to the game, because I knew someone would be bringing the baby home before the game finished.
(Pick the person who never really knows what’s going on out there on the football field. SHE was the one who was on standby for an emergency exit from the stadium, if the toddler employed his meltdown skills in public.)
Hubs and I sat right in front of the railing on Friday night, which we’ve never done before in our stadium. We’re more inclined to hike to the top, and sit with a massive pack of friends, while we send the youngsters up and down the stairs forty times to secure nourishment for us from the concession stand, in the form of nachos and tiny Cokes that do nothing to quench your thirst. But Friday, Hubs and I saw the railing, and we immediately thought CAGE. And also PRISON. With Thing 2 in front of us, we were fairly certain the rail would hem him in, and he wouldn’t be able to get away from us.
Right. Some things are good IN THEORY ONLY. Thing 2 used the railing as A LADDER all night. He kept trying to climb to freedom, so that he could run the ball eighty yards and show the visitors how things are done. Thing 2 was also powerfully impressed by the band in the stands. Oh, my! Our baby can dance, and he put on a full display of his moves Friday night. The band and the stadium sound system both received two thumbs up from him. Everyone in the bleachers began to point and say, “There is a dancer among us.” Fans momentarily diverted their attention from the field to “right down there in front, by the railing.” Hubs and I should have held out the small, paper soda cup we had to take up a collection for his college fund.
See for yourselves.
Our Small Town boys stomped all over the visiting team, who just happened to be ranked Number One in our state on Friday morning. They sadly handed that title over to our boys this weekend, because Small Town High earned it in sweat and tears and passes completed and yards gained and fumbles recovered and something called TOUCHDOWNS.
(Look at me, talking like I understand football!)
Thing 2 made it to the third quarter, before the team mascot was no longer enough to divert his attention and make him grin. He was done with the band, he was done dancing, and he wanted more Mountain Dew.
(Don’t even ask who gave the baby bright yellow soda.)
(She is ashamed.)
I brought Thing 2 home and stuffed him in bed. I thought he was sleeping soundly, when I heard, “Touchdown!” shouted from his bedroom. That was immediately followed by, “Touchdown! Touchdown! TOUCH… DOWN!!”
And that’s how Friday night shook down.
The rest of the weekend was equally as busy.
Thing 2 played with his tractor, because that baby LOVES HIMSELF SOME TRACTORS. He packs toy tractors around with him. He shouts out, “TRACTOR!” whenever we pass one while we’re driving. And… if you’re a farmer who has uploaded a video to You Tube on how you operate your John Deere in the field, I guarantee you that we have watched it at our house. Probably one thousand and four times, even.
The boy and his friend, Patrick, did a little golfing this weekend, too.
Naturally, I had my camera with me.
Naturally, I popped off a lot of snapshots of kids.
These first two snapshots are of the two cutest kids there on Saturday night. Not that I’m partial or anything.
While it was spinning.
At top speed.
He proved to himself that not every superhero can accomplish that task. It’s actually more difficult than it looks to grab a metal bar spinning around you at the speed of light. The big gash on his face is evidence that HE ALMOST nailed it.
There was a “spinning thing” at this park. I have no idea what the technical term is for a piece of playground equipment like this one, but you could pull back on it and make it spin around in circles faster than the merry-go-round was capable of going.
I needed a Dramamine to take these pictures of the boy and McKinley.
Cousin H enjoyed the swings at the park.
This picture of my dad swinging with Cousin H melts my heart. The two of them had a ball, swinging side-by-side.
Thing 2 WAS NOT in the mood to cooperate for photos. This is what I ended up with…
Today is also Hubs’ grandma’s 93rd (!!!) birthday. We went with Hubs’ parents out to the senior home, where she is staying, so that we could all have lunch with her.
Throw in a couple of Sunday afternoon football games on the TV, and that, people, was our weekend. It was a ton of fun.
Happy Sunday evening.