Sunday, March 4, 2012

2 day pass

we kicked off the weekend early.
the end of the second trimester granted t. bone and miss bit a welcome day and a half reprieve so i happily adjusted my work schedule as well.
miss bit and i enjoyed an afternoon of shopping while t. bone played hoops with his friends.
our first stop was a nearby pet store of all pet stores, which always brings a smile to my girl's face.
i smiled because she didn't lament over not being able to adopt the litter of baby degus, the adorable pygmy bunnies or the brother/ sister kitten team.


after we visited all the critters, we headed to the mall.
something for her (tennis shoes), something for me (sweater) and something for the both of us (decadent chocolate brownie almost split in half) later and we were on our way home.
it was breakfast for dinner followed by a rather entertaining variety show starring two silly contestants: miss bit and t. bone.
friday we went out for breakfast: pancakes with syrup for him and with chocolate chips and whipped cream for her.
i ordered an omelet which was a big mistake seeing as how we were eating at a restaurant with the word pancake in the name...that was a big clue...a glaring giveaway.
luckily i was able to sneak a few bites from their plates, but they both made it clear that the bacon was off limits.
good thing too since it was no meat friday, but mama sure did want to try a taste of $1.25 per slice pig fat.
after our meal, we zig zagged down the street and then across town in route to the bread shop, card store, bank and market and it was just fun to spend the day together making stops here and there all the while chatting with clerks, customers and one another.
i dare say even t. bone found our time together enjoyable and not just because i was in a yes mood at the grocery.
we made it home just as the snow was starting to fly.
hubby was soon behind us.
we two bundled up and went for a brisk, wet albeit beautiful walk in the wonderland.
along the way i decided that the kids had to get on their gear and go sledding since who knows when we'll see measurable snow again.
they concurred and then cheered upon realizing they had the hill all to themselves.
they raced up and then down the slope until day turned to night and they were cold, wet and craving hot cocoa.
we called it a an adventure (or a nap) with taco/movie night.

t. bone was up and out early for hoops.
poor miss bit was a tad on the down and out.
i got busy in the kitchen making birthday pies for our february girls.
banana cream for grandma and grasshoppper for aunt a.
my girl was hoping she'd feel up to a piece later in the day and i was hoping that the 4 miles jess and i logged would make my piece(s) guilt-free...wishful thinking.
nelly it was cold, but also good...good as in exhilarating.
family came, pizza was ordered, chianti poured, stories told, laughs shared, presents opened, wishes made and hopefully soon to come true for both the deserving birthday girls.


sunday we woke up to the lightest, prettiest flurries floating through the air.
thanks to slightly sick roads we were late for church, but luckily found seats in the choir loft, which is quickly growing on me.
both kids had reconciliation.
miss bit was nervous for her first confession and i'm pretty certain she need not have been.
she told me she was anxious and excited to feel "all clean."
hubby and i walked a few blocks for a coffee.
once home we had just enough time to polish off the leftover pizza before friends arrived to make the trek northwest to enjoy what could be the last blast of winter.
we dropped t. bone and his buddy off for an afternoon of snowboarding and then enjoyed tubing on an adjacent hill with a pair of our mother/daughter friends.
it was fast, fun, freezing in that order.
the snowflakes danced around us all day warming my heart.
we stopped for a quick bite to eat before heading home.
all the kids opted for shamrock shakes instead of hot cocoas.



and at the end of it as i sit utterly exhausted on my couch, i am left wondering how a long weekend can quite possibly be so short.

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