Weekend Recap...

Friday night - the aforementioned party in the 'hood. Good times. Tired kids.

Saturday morning - Rain. Much rain. Went to grocery store. Got soaking wet. Spent the rest of the day in the basement. Wait, sun back out! Outside! Yay! Played with our friends' Stomp Rocket. Simon thinks Stomp Rockets are a riot. Glad the Stomp Rocket lives at someone else's house though. ;)

Sunday - More outside. Ben "adventured" in the "woods" in our common area. Lots of "Rah bah!! Rah bah!!!" Fruitless visit to Home Depot for more planks to floor the attic. Apparently, (despite my protests to the contrary) my husband thinks planks are just automatically available in 2' x 4' size. Didn't ponder that we might have to stand in a ginormous line to have them cut. Dollar Store for pool toys. Home. Rain. More Rain. Torrential Rain. Worried it would rain out the 3p.m. bday party we were going to at the pool. Rained stopped at 2:59. Pool party! Yay! Good times. Tired kids. Rain! More rain! Ran from pool party to car. Home. Dinner. More outside for "Rah bah!!!" "Pah pah pah" ("splash splash splash"... in mud puddles) Baths. Bed.

And, it's Monday again. However, my parents are having 50 bags of rubber bits delivered to their little backyard play area this morning, so there is opportunity for digging later! Boys inherently love digging. And trucks. And digging WITH trucks. How is it that a one-year-old already knows that trucks are something cool? He already plays with them the way the way they are supposed to be played with... and says "vm! vm!" when he drives them across the floor. Is this a gene?