My Saturday

For the past two days my oldest has been saving a small slice of pizza for his Dad who is out of town.  For the past two days I have been trying very, very, very hard not to eat that same piece of pizza.  It is sitting on a yellow plate on the middle shelf of our fridge.  Every time I open the refrigerator door it grins at me.  It shares the same space as a pot of old rice.  You better get home quick Love of My Heart before you make me do what I, and your son, will surely regret.

I got the baby down at 9:57 tonight.  I think she must be doing some last-minute charity work before it's Sunday.

I got my kids ice cream cones on the way home from the park this evening.  You could tell the age of the child by the size of the ice cream beard on their face when they were done.  My two-year-old's beard stretched to his side-burns and dripped down to his chest.

We went to a children's festival in our community today.  There were approximately fifty-five trillion people there, one train that could hold twelve people at a time, one face painting booth with three painters, two family-sized camping tents with butterflies in them, two tiny kiddy pools full of bubbles with ten bubble wands, five ponies walking in circles wishing they were born wild and free, and five gargantuan lines of frustrated, bored adults and tired, unhappy children.  Thank goodness there were some steep grass hills in the park for my kids to roll down because that made everything that was wrong, right.