So turns out Kaya’s pictures from our biking jaunt far out-shone my own. To be fair, I’d like to point out that while Kaya’s subject was exceptionally cooperative and good-natured, my subjects complained endlessly about scratchy grass and hunger pains…
What a day…
Not one to fight what works, we head into Sunday with nary a plan in place.
The morning begins with coffee and a book by a window, as any good Sunday should. So too should it have two kooky monkey’s walking in holding baby dolls chanting “WE ARE ZOMBIES. WE ARE ZOMBIES. WE ARE ZOMBIES.” They wisely choose a robot voice in favour of the tired Zombie grunt.
“Um, excuse me, why are there Baby Zombies coming to get me?” I ask, as surely I should.
“Cuz we are here to EAT BRAINS!” Giggle, giggle.
Which is when I turn into the well-known, and slightly feared COFFEE MONSTER- ARRRRGGGHHH! and they go squealing to Daddy that the monster needs her coffee.
Good morning to me!
With that motivation to get out of bed, we decide to head up to the lake to cheer on some half-marathon trail runners before cheering on our own girl and friends running the kids 1km. I don’t know all, it felt big. I actually thought that Bal may have to pick her up and carry her for a bit (he ran behind with the other parents). But only because I am a delusional mom who hasn’t quite grasped the growth of my girl. For she ran the whole thing, and fast! So proud!
After getting home and eating some lunch, a text comes through from a friend.
Bouncy castle is up! Kaya’s friend is here. You should come over
Full up on sun and gratitude.
What a weekend…