The baby experienced her first soccer game yesterday; we walked two laps around the track while dad played before we went home ahead of him. Our second half absence must've distressed him quite a bit because the poor guy did something unfortunate to his hamstring and thus couldn't run the Cherry Blossom ten-miler this morning. Not could I, for other less-athletic reasons.
Last night we had a few friends over for pizza and then some more friends over for bagels this morning.
It was definitely the most I'd done {& most normal experiences I'd had} in a long time. And suffice it to say, our child had the busiest weekend of her life.
Now we're all pooped and ready for a good solid two to four hours of sleep.
May you enjoy your own glorious six to eight and have a great week ahead!
xoxo, natty
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