Feast or Famine

Our weekends are typically low key.  After a busy week of early mornings and late evenings due to work and week night activities, we're generally ready to put to breaks on having any schedule by Friday night.

This weekend was an exception -- we had plans.  LOTS of plans.  Clearly, it's feast or famine around our house...either we have nothing on the schedule or every minute accounted for.  It kicked off on Friday night, with a lovely dinner with friends that included 1,567 trips back and forth from the table to find out who made who cry downstairs in the den.  I'm being serious when I say I'm pretty sure we burned off all the calories we consumed.  But the kids had a blast and really, its (always) worth the memories.

Saturday was basically a blur - starting off with being woken up at blurry o'clock by C, headed out at 7:30am for hockey clinic, trip to the store for picnic supplies, 11am park/picnic play date, back to the house for naps, then into the car to head to the Greek Festival....

...speaking of the Greek Festival - be still my heart:

So as we were weaving our way through the festival, we see C's futurewifeimeanfriend, the one and only Anna Maria, "helping" her Yia Yia sell raffle tickets.  Her Yia Yia spots C and she asks Anna Maria if she wants to go see him - she darts from the booth and they hug (me = DYINGG of the cuteness).  But it gets better.  Because then Yia Yia decides they are going to walk with us to the booth Anna Maria's parents are working.  Brace yourself people...C and Anna Maria then HOLD HANDS and start leading the way (me = officially dead.  Too.Much.Cuteness.)  Like, for a full 3 minutes. 

Then Yia Yia put the breaks on things and stuck her hand in between theirs, like any good Greek grandmother would :)

After a late Saturday night, we wound down on Sunday with a special treat for C- a "Skating with Sharkie" event. Which meant he could roller blade with the Sharks mascot, Sharkie.  Which meant that we knew he would be so excited.  Which meant he would put on his roller blades and pads and helmet with full intention of getting out there on the rink.  Which meant that he would take one look at every single one of the older kids and think (and then say) "There is NO WAY I'm getting out there with all those big kids who are going to knock me down."

And which, in fact, is what happened -- but not all was lost and he came home happy as a clam having received a signed picture of Sharkie and a handful of stickers.  It really takes very little to make a 3.5 year old day.

After naps, it was time for soccer clinic, with a special visit from Emeline to watch C and visit with the snack-monster N.  Then home for dinner and getting ready for the week ahead.

Although this weekend was busy - and at some points downright exhausting (like figuring out how to get 5 loads of laundry and grocery shopping done in between everything else), I feel so unbelievably grateful and appreciative for the life we have.  I never ever want to take what we have for granted.

I should be back to a more normal blog posting schedule this week -- house updates to come!