So this weekend, most of it, was a girls weekend. Just me and the little lady while Bray took the boys for some tractor-plowing, cow-feeding, four-wheeler-riding on the farm.
So. Much. Fun. We had an absolute blast. But I may be more exhausted after this weekend than a weekend when I have all three solo. We did a ton. You can’t run non stop with three two-year-olds because it’s too hard to get them in and out everywhere. With one though, you can run a marathon. Leap tall buildings in a single bound. Climb Mount Everest. (Although I ran into friends at the grocery store Saturday who have one son our kids’ age and they were saying how “constrained” their activities are because they have a two year old – I guess it’s all a matter of perspective!)
Friday night we kicked things off with dinner with my mom at Memorial City and followed it with shopping and carousel riding. Little bit had a blast and loved the two adult to one child ratio and accompanying undivided attention.