our weekend: snapshot edition

We had an action packed weekend. It was so much fun. We celebrated Fiesta and even though we've lived here pretty much forever, we've never taken Mason to ANY Fiesta events. So 2011 marks his first of many crazy parades outings. He really liked it, it was pretty hot, but surprisingly cool.

Max really loved it, I hesitated on my decision on whether to take him or not but ended up deciding he could join us. He jammed out to every high school band that played, he dug in to his (and everyone elses) snow cone - with his hands. Mason begged for a "chicken wing" which was really a turkey leg, but in all my brilliance I forgot cash. Actually I brought just enough cash for a cheap plastic sword...yup, just one. You know my car ride home was barrels of fun. MEMO TO SELF: TWO OF EVERYTHING (someday I suppose it'll be THREE).

Mason's school parade & pinata  festivities. Even Max got a chance to hit the pinata. He made the most of his two swings, thrusting the stick with every ounce of energy his little body possessed. Apparently Alexander is not amused with this Fiesta business.

We swam.

Grilled.

Then swam again.

We ate lunch in our pj's.

We cracked open cocoons, to collect red berries. This is a very serious occupation when you are four years old. Or so it appears.

Some of us just slept the entire weekend. Okay, really he doesn't sleep that much considering he's a newborn. Or a very small infant. He's more alert and awake more hours of the day then either of the big boys were. He must know if he's asleep he'll miss out on the craziness. And there is a lot of crazy. Obviously.

We played scrabble, sipped Sangria and ventured out to NIOSA (which was quite an adventure).

And then...you guessed it...we swam. SOME MORE.

city girl.

i'll keep it short and sweet, i'm a city girl. simple as that. now don't get me wrong, i don't need to live in new york city (big lights will inspire you, ear-worm!, sorry who can resist alicia keys?), but i like access to paved roads and the convenience of a starbucks or target (let's get real, we don't even have to choose!) on every street corner. i don't mind traffic, really i don't, unless someone hasn't napped in 6 days or there's a hungry infant screeching at the top of his, very powerful, lungs. so sue me, i loathe traffic. but i don't mind the city.

well two weeks ago my city peeps headed to the country. the hill country that is. we went to fish and feed fresh produce to llamas and donkeys (i am not kidding), we went to get some fresh air and hang out. just us. no tv's and computers. no busy schedule, a few paved roads and no target. just us and the country.you know what? we had a blast. we were busy the entire time we were there but we did nothing but relax. we had so much fun. the llama was a hit, even though we stood afar while brave aunt emma did the feeding. we only caught one fish, but it was bigger than mason and max, maybe even combined. we threw him back.part of me kept thinking "it would be so awesome to raise the boys on a place like this, in the country". rewind. the country? seriously marci? you are going to raise boys in the country? okay, okay, i got a little blinded by the fun. it was fun. seriously. i enjoyed my fresh air, i enjoyed us, i enjoyed the calm, quiet country. so maybe, just maybe, i could live on a farm,
so long as this guy didn't.for what it's worth, even the hillcountry has starbucks. so maybe i could be cut out for that.
seriously mom, you are going to move to the country??
okay, even max called my bluff; BUT it was so. much. fun.