Thursday night I said jokingly to Nate, “You should just work from home tomorrow so you can spend the entire day with me. And since I pretty much call the shots around here, I am declaring that to be the plan.”
(I make lots of jokes about calling the shots. I actually call none of them, and we are both very okay with that. I’m pretty sure we’d all fall apart if I were in charge.)
But then a crazy thing happened. Friday morning, Nate stayed home. He worked during naptime and played during playtime. It was perfect. My first thought was, “It worked. I called the shots and it worked.”
In all honesty, though, I’m pretty sure my shot-calling had nothing to do with it. But either way, I was thankful that he picked up on the fact that a family day was just what we needed.
It led right into a super fun weekend of beautiful weather and happy boys. In addition to a fun evening at Kelly’s house with some of our friends (and 6 kids + 3 more in utero), here’s a photo-run-down of the weekend:
They discovered a ready-made fort under Barrett’s crib. Who knew there was a big empty space under there perfect for crawling around? Bedskirt = tent walls.
Then we headed outside to play, and I decided to start tackling the overgrown forest in the corner of the yard. Other than the tree, I don’t know what’s a weed and what’s a plant. So they’re all going. I started ripping green things out at the roots and tossing them into a wheelbarrow. The big bare spot on the side used to be a disgusting safety hazard disguised as a nasty, mosquito-breeding fountain that the previous owners left. But we ripped that out last weekend and filled the hole with dirt. Now I just have to pull all the weeds/plants/mystery greenery and start over.
Meanwhile, this was happening in the other corner of the yard:
Noah was fine until this happened…. a little too close for comfort. In his book, a turtle near your foot prompts immediate sobbing. A huge mental breakdown. We will have to work on this before we move to Latin America in a few months.
While Nate cheered Noah back up, Barrett got to work hauling away the weeds. He didnt get far. It was a little heavy.
Lawn mower maintenance takes a good bit longer with “helpers.” Especially when you are trying to jump start it, then taking the whole thing apart into a hundred pieces in the middle of the carport to figure out why it won’t work.
Then on Sunday, Nate and Josh did a short presentation about our new HUNDRED campaign at church. (If you meant to get a brochure at the table in the lobby and forgot, you can download one here.)
That about sums up our weekend.
I think I’ll start demanding that Nate stays home more often.