No one loves seeing a weekend end, but this past weekend was lovely. Our summer holidays are typically filled with barbecues and parties (& I love going to them!) but this weekend was very isolated and relaxing… which is just what we needed.
K took Thursday off and we went to the zoo. It was hot but there weren’t many people and the park had done a lot to enforce social distancing & safety. ♥
Over the weekend we went on a morning bike ride, took M to the local park to watch the ducks & grab lunch, and took the corvette to a city “cruise the boulevard” event for a date night. (Since car shows and festivals aren’t a thing right now, local car enthusiasts have been organizing cruises for nice/vintage cars.) We also took M to get ice cream, watched a bunch of NASCAR, & restocked the dead flowers on the front porch (oops). M turned seven months on Saturday.
It was the quietest holiday weekend I have ever had in my entire life.
I can’t wait to freely spend time with family again safely, but I’m grateful that we got to hog all the snuggles and giggles this weekend with our girl. It was such a memorable weekend for the three of us. K and I dreaded heading back to work today.
It’s been a while since I posted a weekend recap- mainly because my weekends are typically laid back and slow- but this past weekend we crammed a lot into those beautiful three days of freedom!
F R I D A Y
If you’re new here you might not know that I gave all four years of my high school life to my school’s band program. I lived, breathed, ate, and slept band (or drumline). My town still has a strong band program and part of the reason for that is the healthy support of alumni. At the end of my high school career a new tradition was started for alumni band members to come back and march in the 4th of July parade with the current band. This alumni parade happens every four years and this year happened to be it.
In this video the very first person you see conducting (in red) is K’s friend. (He’s a band director is central OH who we don’t get to see very often.) The next person you see conducting- the wonderful older woman in black- is Mrs. Graham. She’s the saint who keeps music alive in our area and beyond. She is the most dedicated, hard working, kind, selfless person you will ever meet. She’s smart and sassy and everything in between. She’s the one who heads up this crazy event every 4 years. The current students are in white, the alumni are in red. There are over 200 alumni.
K and I were both band nerds percussionist in school, but we didn’t sign up to march in the parade this year. Instead, we cheered from the sidelines and attended the alumni banquet/reunion afterward. It was nice to see friends from my school years, K’s high school years, and even my dad’s years in band. (K was four years ahead of me in school so we have a wide mix of friends. My dad is a band alumni, too, but he’s a little rusty when it comes to playing an instrument now.)
S A T U R D A Y
On Saturday morning my doll of a husband headed off to a “man’s breakfast” without me. (Turd.) I spent the morning picking up the house and weeding the driveway and cuddling the dogs. When he finished breakfast he stopped at home quick before jetting off to another boys-only event. This time, a bachelor party for my brother in Columbus, Ohio.
I spent the afternoon cooking some food, cleaning some nooks, and getting ready for evening festivities. I put together some Turkey Salad Skewers, left the pups at home, and joined my parents at family-friends’ pool party. This was one of three parties I was invited to, but I only made it to this one. After some pool time I drove my little introverted booty back home and snuggled into bed with the dogs to watch the NASCAR race 🙂
I came home to be with Lylee for the fireworks. We live close to the city park where they set them off and we don’t like to leave her on the 4th of July. Enzo, of course, couldn’t possibly care less. We can actually see the high fireworks from the backyard and he sat on the patio furniture and watched them. Ha.
S U N D A Y
K returned to me around 5 am which disturbed my slumber and ruined my plans to attend church. We ended up getting a late start and I had just enough time to run to the grocery store & whip up a Berry Cheesecake Salad for an afternoon cookout at K’s aunt and uncle’s house. We spent some time sipping adult beverages with his family before popping out to my parents for a second and then heading to my grandparents’ house for an evening dinner. (We typically get together on Sunday nights with my family at my grandparents’ house, but this Sunday my grandparents also had guests in town which made dinner even more eventful.)
A some point in the evening one of my four cousins made a comment about going to see Finding Dory at the drive-ins. After much debate and discussion (and a few sparklers) we decided that I should take my four cousins to the movies. (Cousins’ ages range between 8 and 17.) K opted to go home and take advantage of the empty house so I loaded up my car and we went to the first feature at the drive-ins. The movie was cute- more humor and less sadness than Nemo.
M O N D A Y
On flag holidays (Memorial/4th/Labor) my family all meets bright and early in Amish County for some breakfast. K and I opted for a productively lazy day after that. He hardwired the new garage door opener into the garage (so glad I married a handyman!) and I left town for a bit to shop for vacation! (There are lots of stores about a half hour north of us.) I snagged a dress shirt, a t-shirt, some sunglasses, and a pair of flip-flops at NY&Co for $25 🙂 I also got some goodies at Target.
Since I’m a total psycho I started packing for vacation as soon as I got home. (We don’t leave for another few days… ha.) I realized I needed my big suitcase from my parents’ house so we hopped in the car and headed out there. On our way back into town we stopped at First Town Days- which is the city’s 4th of July festival at the park- and got some deliciously bad food for dinner: two sausages on a bun, fair fries, and sugary lemonade. We ended the night/weekend on the front porch in the chairs K put together.
This week mirrors the craziness that was my weekend… We have dinners and vet appointments and last minute chores and get-togethers and a wedding. (Yes, I am counting down the days to vacation. Ha.) But what’s life without a little excitement, right?
Linking up today/tomorrow with Kristen & Gretch for What’s New With You?
This year we spent the 4th of July with family and friends. The morning started out with a family breakfast at a local Amish restaurant (YUM!) and progressed with afternoon bottle shooting at my parents’ house, ending with a company cookout in the evening. Overall, it was a busy day!
Our evening cookout was about 50 miles north of our home. Since Lylee is terrified of thunder/big noises (and we live about 0.25 miles from our local firework-shooting park) we decided to pack up the dogs and take them with us. They travel well and behave relatively well so they were welcomed into our hosts’ home with open arms. Half of my evening was spent holding (65lbs) Lylee while the city fireworks were going off in the distance, but I didn’t mind and she appreciated it. (Enzo could not care less about thunder, fireworks, sirens, tornadoes, hurricanes, and apocalypses.)
On the way home all three of my loves PASSED. OUT. (as in K, Lylee, and Enzo). In that moment I knew what my Monday grateful heart post would be about. To quote my best friend’s Facebook post: Things aren’t always easy but they sure are great. I always think my heart can’t love my little 8-paw, 2-human family any harder, but then I catch two sleeping dogs in my rear view mirror and a tired husband in the passenger seat and my heart explodes.
Another grateful heart moment occurred on Sunday as I sat on my living room couch reflecting on the holiday. My best friend Erica texted and offered some much needed advice, then invited me over to visit with her & Baby Elliot. How lucky I am to have such wonderful friends.
It was an absolutely wonderful weekend; I’m still reeling. How happy and humbled I am to be an American, a Christian, and a very, very loved human being. And it’s all just luck of the draw.
I hope your weekend was just as fabulous! What did you do? Any cookouts or pool parties? Do you ever target shoot in your parents’ backyard?