"Where's Daddy, Mama?"
"He went for a hike."
"Where did he go for a hike?"
"Long's Peak."
"Will he come home soon?"
"He'll be home after nap."
"Can we have a woman's day until he gets home?"
So Saturday was a "woman's day" for me and the bug. We hung out in our pajamas and watched cartoons, ate cereal on the picnic blanket for breakfast, then went into Boulder and went to the farmers' market. They had some fabulous fall produce that we picked out to cook later. Then we went to the bookstore and read "poem-tree books," had coffee/milk and a cookie, and climbed on all the rocks in the mini-parks on the Pearl Street mall. Well, she climbed. I watched. It was a fabulous morning with heaps of joy and cuteness. And my little protofeminist likes to go shoe-shopping. Who knew?
After that the weekend kind of went to heck--naps were skipped, the hike took longer than planned because other hikers were slow and the trailhead was crowded, stuff happened...you know how it goes. Still, I did get a few runs in over the weekend and some ironing done, and we're nominally ready for the week ahead.
How is fall looking at your house?
1 comment:
That day sounds fantastic (at least the morning). I dragged the three little girls to the farmers' market here last weekend, but what I really wanted were Colorado peaches, so of course I was disappointed. :(
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