Yeah, I had initially suggested the zoo--not realizing the extent to which I'd feel like I'd just been turned into road pizza by a mac truck (stemming from yesterday's run).
Why so motivated you wonder? I ONLY HAVE ONE CHILD TODAY! My in-laws arrived in the Trenches at 9am sharp, whisking away both Eldest and Middle for a day of fun and games (and an obscene amount of junk food, guaranteed) at the Big E.
[And yes, you can bet your ass, that I, not one to let a golden opportunity pass me by, had Baby all dressed and ready to go too, in the off chance they were feeling
BUT, I didn't get dressed until 10:30! (whoops, not that I don't do that on other days too.)
Let me start again:
I only had to pack 1 sippy cup!
1 set of snacks!
In short, Baby was the sole recipient of my undivided attention!
Mrs. Chicky and I were able to chat!
Without constant interruption! (err, aside from Baby's tedious monologue of "Mine! Mine! Mine!" directed to Chicky Baby.)
And now, it's naptime. 2 hours (fingers-crossed) of quiet relaxation.
Reading outside and soaking up the last of the sun's rays, catching up on blogs and Entourage.
Yeah, this is easy. The bitch of it is that you don't fully realize it until (2) more come along...
Stay away from the light, Mrs. Chicky! Don't do it!
Totally kidding, of course.
Have 4 more! Enough for a basketball team of your very own. The Chicky-Trotters has a nice ring to it.
(Ooooh, she's gonna kill me.)