Brennan and I started the day at a special planes and trains seminar for the preschool set put on by the Whoville Rec Department. (The Whoville Rec Department is amazing. They offer programs from the normal learn to swim and sports to tea with Miss Spider or playtime with Max and Ruby. I adore the Whoville Rec Department. LOVE them.)
It was nice to have some one on one time with the B. I think he enjoyed it too, right up until they had us make our own paper airplanes and I was a complete failure. I apologized to Brennan for my pathetic attempts at paper airplane making and told him sadly, that Daddy was the true paper airplane engineer in our family.
Brennan shook his head sadly and said in his loud preschooler voice, "Mom, I wish you had stayed home with Aidan and Griffin and Daddy came with me to make paper airplanes."
I got many a sympathetic gaze from all the other moms being loved up by their preschoolers with their fantastic displays of airplane craftsmanship.
Brennan perked up when we fit in a stop at Target. He was a happy camper riding in the basin of the cart, drinking an icee and munching on popcorn. Life doesn't get much better than that, right?
After Target, I had to drop B off at home to run to a hair cut appointment. He was not thrilled and assured me he could come with me and sit quietly while I was cut and colored. All the cuteness in the world wouldn't get me to fall for that promise.
Later that same evening, Chris and I gussied ourselves up into cocktail attire to attend Aidan's school's Gala. I opted to go with a dress I already owned, discounting how much of my cleavage would be on display at the CATHOLIC school fundraiser. Not sure it was the right choice, but it became easier to swallow after a couple glasses of wine.
(Yes, I took pictures like we were going to prom. But, seriously, how often do Chris and I get dolled up to look like actual grown ups? Yeah, not often. What's worse? The kiddies were all munching pizza with Grandma Jo Jo when we took the pic and they wanted to be in it. I wouldn't let them and their pizza sauce mouths anywhere near us. Bad mom. BAD mom!)
Our Sunday was much more relaxed. After a morning of tennis, we spent the day in pajamas, dancing and making cookies. It was a perfect lazy day at home, with plenty of quality time to love up the kids and watch the snowflakes roll in. Aidan informed me that his favorite time of the day was us cuddling on the couch, listening to music under blankets. I think it was one of the highlights of mine as well.
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