Wasting the Weekend

or: The Prophesized Demise of the Family Unit

With the advent of legalized Sunday shopping in the province, I spent my weekend (which, in Canadaland, included a bonus holiday-day which was good news for people, but bad news for turkeys) SHOPPING!

Kidding. I did nothing of the sort. As a matter of fact, I spent the weekend with my family* doing the following:

Bikeriding with The Lovely Wife (kids literally in tow)



(more hiking)

Sailing (twice!)

We may have even entered a store or two, but I really don't recall. The Lovely Wife and I did go for dinner (a date!) last night (sorry, no pictures) where I pulled this little prank:

As the waiter strolled up to our table to take our dinner order, TLW and I were looking at the most recent Photo Studio picture of the kids, my wallet in hand. I looked at her and asked, "Got any pictures of your kids?".

She didn't immediately get my insination that perhaps we were both married with kids, but not to each other. I explained. She rolled her eyes.

Weekend highlights also included picking The Toddler up off the floor after he rolled out of the Big Boy bed. Twice. That's right, the little guy managed to sleep in that bed for an entire week without bodily harm, but twice in one night he manages to hit the deck. Odd.
Also, Younger Son is (dare I say?) sleeping through the night. And on his stomach. How long we have waited for him to reach the stage where he sleeps on his stomach. That was the cue we were waiting for; the promise of more sleep at night.
With the exception of the odd sleeprolling toddler, that is.

*Yes, yes, it's true. I don't have to work weekends. I have an office job with the biggest employer in the country. However, The Lovely Wife never gets a day off yet provides no public or chargeable services (unless she can charge for not releasing toddler mayhem on the world -- that's a public good, right?). And my children do not work. But I maintain that spending time with one's family is most often a choice, and I shouldn't be told what day of the week I'm supposed to choose to do so.

Posted bythemikestand at 12:10 PM  

2 stepped up to the mike:

sween said... 3:28 PM, October 11, 2006  

Is it just me or does the Littler One always have the same expression of unrestrained glee on his face in every picture?

Admit it -- it's a mask you've stapled on his face.

Megan said... 4:18 AM, October 12, 2006  

Sounds like you had a good family weekend. :)

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