Sandwiched just between Friday where we'll often meet a group of friends in the evening for BBQing, Margaritas and the joyful screaming of our childrens; and Sunday, where we try to read as many books as we can and stay in bed or on the floor with the kids all day.......Saturday is where we maximize our physical, social and exploratory senses.
This Saturday we loaded up at the break of dawn to show off our double Bob Iron-man stroller for our first 5k race as a family of four. We metro'd a short way away into Clarendon, and ran giggling, joking and smiling for 3.1 miles while Sam cheered us on, read books and continually tried to re-route us like a mini race director "dis way, no dis way!' Peter cat napped, kicked his little legs and cooed at all the passers-by. We didn't win the 'unofficial stroller division' this time (like Paul and Sam have in the past) but we had a dizzyingly wonderful time anyway.
We leisurely walked back to the train station, through farmers markets and bagel joints and rested before an afternoon of beauty for me and a short jaunt to the park for the boys. We finished with a well deserved date night for the parental units. We had dinner at a fantastically hip neighborhood, at a lovely spot called Busboys and Poets, a magical place of comings together. Then redeemed tickets I'd bought Paul and I few months back, to see the Mynabirds at The Black Cat. We drank cheap beer, held hands and swayed to the music on black and white linoleum and cigarette burnt tiles of our yesteryear until we realized we'd better get home for our break of dawn revelry. We crept in the door to our zippy pj'd boys sound asleep in their beds.
"Our double stroller is faster than your double stroller!"
Me after just realizing that I had a second baby. (It takes a 5k folks, the crying and diapers never get through to me!)
We leisurely walked back to the train station, through farmers markets and bagel joints and rested before an afternoon of beauty for me and a short jaunt to the park for the boys. We finished with a well deserved date night for the parental units. We had dinner at a fantastically hip neighborhood, at a lovely spot called Busboys and Poets, a magical place of comings together. Then redeemed tickets I'd bought Paul and I few months back, to see the Mynabirds at The Black Cat. We drank cheap beer, held hands and swayed to the music on black and white linoleum and cigarette burnt tiles of our yesteryear until we realized we'd better get home for our break of dawn revelry. We crept in the door to our zippy pj'd boys sound asleep in their beds.
We only 'look' crazy and drunk here due to the blinding nonsense flash of the iphone (after 12 attempts to not look crazy and drunk)
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