Recapping the Weekend

Our weekend was supposed to be pretty low key, but surprisingly seemed to get busier as it progressed.

On Friday, Chris had a night out with the boys golfing, eating heaps of chicken wings and watching multiple sporting events. I admit to being a little too eager to push him out of the house for a girl's night home alone. It had nothing at all to do with the dvd my cousin had dropped off for me earlier in the week. Nothing at all to do with that little dvd known as Twilight. Uh huh.

I enjoyed the quiet time soaking up unrequited love, vampires and teenage angst. Lovely, perfect night home alone.

Saturday, I headed off to play tennis while Chris took the boys for haircuts. Chris returned with a message for me from his barber. I was warned to drop the scissors and step away from the boys' hair. I have a tendency to believe that I possess skills that would allow me to do a quick trim. This misguided notion has left many of my children with crooked bangs and little bald spots. But, yet - I keep doing it. It's a disease. I can never meet Chris's barber in person. There may be bloodshed.

We spent the afternoon outside, soaking up the sun. It has been a beautiful few weeks here in Buffalo. Sun and sixty degrees suggest spring is in the air. Brennan took many a spin on Aidan's bike. Aidan attempted tricks on his skateboard. Griffin rode his much loved Star Wars scooter. We even grilled hot dogs and hamburgers in celebration of the warm temperatures.

We continued our weekend Sunday with a little more tennis (for me) and a matinee of the 3D version of Monsters vs. Aliens. The boys were in awe of the special effects, loved the glasses and ate several pounds of popcorn. We headed home after the movie for dinner with Grandma Jo Jo, my brother Seth and sister in law Tennille.

The boys wrestled Seth to the ground, challenged him in Wii and then had us all laughing til tears streamed down our faces because of their antics in a dance off. You haven't lived until you have seen Griffin bust a move. (Or endured Brennan's dance moves under his stage name "Gas Man.") The boys loved up their Uncle Seth as much as possible, only letting him leave when he reminded them he would be home in two weeks to visit at Easter.

There was nothing extraordinary about our weekend, but it was a perfect weekend nonetheless.