Its official--We've Turned into Our Parents
So when do you become your parents? Well when you become a parent. Nonetheless, this weekend's line up looks awfully familiar.
It was a sparkling spring day on Saturday with a sun that visited frequently as it danced behind large puffy clouds. A breeze, warm enough to dry your hands, but not hot enough to make you sweat, passed over most of Massachusetts. It was 72 most of the day. Doesn't get nicer than that. So what did we do? Transformed in my parents and did yard work. Bianca and Peanut made piles of twigs and leaves and I hauled them away in the wheelbarrow.
Around 4 we packed up and went to FRIGGIN' church. Can you believe it? CHURCH. There is a Catholic school down the road from us and the associated church is just across a sweet Cable Stay Bridge. The parish St. Bernard's seems a little old as Bianca and I were the only people without either a hearing aid or a walker at Mass. There is a high school and an elementary school, so there has to be some young people, somewhere. We just didn't see any. Bianca even commented that I was "very good" at Mass. My reward (besides spiritual rejuvenation)? A trip to the new electronics store in town: Ultimate Electronics. It is really nice, a significant step up from Best Buy (who will not get link love because I HATE THEM). After that we had dinner, busting out the grill earlier in the day for Bianca's delicious Grilled Chicken Parmesan.
During dinner Bianca SWORE that she saw a furry creature scoot by the door, but thinking that it was pregnancy related delusions, she didn't say anything. Then after dinner, I was sitting in the living room and visited by a squirrel. He had made it down the chimney into the basement where the second chimney's flue was still open (we have never used it, so the flue was left open). It went up the stairs and into the living room. A few Christmas Story-equse moments later and I had chased it up the chimney and shut the flue behind it. Though it sounds quick, it was a much more complicated affair and we were lucky that it just went up the chimney. Otherwise I don't know what I would have done.
Then we made a video of Peanut's room--all that is missing is baby and furniture. Here it is, with Bianca looking adorably pregnant:
Then, this morning, Sunday morning, we watched Sunday Morning.
Its official. I have turned into my parents.
It was a sparkling spring day on Saturday with a sun that visited frequently as it danced behind large puffy clouds. A breeze, warm enough to dry your hands, but not hot enough to make you sweat, passed over most of Massachusetts. It was 72 most of the day. Doesn't get nicer than that. So what did we do? Transformed in my parents and did yard work. Bianca and Peanut made piles of twigs and leaves and I hauled them away in the wheelbarrow.
Around 4 we packed up and went to FRIGGIN' church. Can you believe it? CHURCH. There is a Catholic school down the road from us and the associated church is just across a sweet Cable Stay Bridge. The parish St. Bernard's seems a little old as Bianca and I were the only people without either a hearing aid or a walker at Mass. There is a high school and an elementary school, so there has to be some young people, somewhere. We just didn't see any. Bianca even commented that I was "very good" at Mass. My reward (besides spiritual rejuvenation)? A trip to the new electronics store in town: Ultimate Electronics. It is really nice, a significant step up from Best Buy (who will not get link love because I HATE THEM). After that we had dinner, busting out the grill earlier in the day for Bianca's delicious Grilled Chicken Parmesan.
During dinner Bianca SWORE that she saw a furry creature scoot by the door, but thinking that it was pregnancy related delusions, she didn't say anything. Then after dinner, I was sitting in the living room and visited by a squirrel. He had made it down the chimney into the basement where the second chimney's flue was still open (we have never used it, so the flue was left open). It went up the stairs and into the living room. A few Christmas Story-equse moments later and I had chased it up the chimney and shut the flue behind it. Though it sounds quick, it was a much more complicated affair and we were lucky that it just went up the chimney. Otherwise I don't know what I would have done.
Then we made a video of Peanut's room--all that is missing is baby and furniture. Here it is, with Bianca looking adorably pregnant:
Then, this morning, Sunday morning, we watched Sunday Morning.
Its official. I have turned into my parents.