Rest

Sunday night.
Lunches are packed. Kids are asleep. Ballgame is on the radio.
Finally some time to sit.
We had a really busy weekend. Not frenetic (could any day in this house be described as not frenetic?), but we were on-the-go constantly.
We got our basement and our garage cleaned out. Two truckloads of furniture went to a couple that is getting married soon (a big thank you to Grampy and Grandpa who came all the way to Worcester so we could use the truck) and we have a Bagster full of stuff waiting to be taken away. There is definitely much more to do be done. But it feels good to make some progress in crossing things off our to-do list.
And, as if cleaning wasn't enough, Caroline had dance class, we went to a garage sale, got to the Albanian Festival (baklava....mmmm....), went to church, planted some flowers, mowed the lawn and grilled up some super tuna steak for dinner tonight.
No wonder I'm tired, stiff and sore. And very, very ready for bed.
G'night.
Sam fell down and hurt his bottom on Saturday. He was more than happy to walk with BooBoo Bunny stuffed down his pants. Too funny!
Sam and Caroline had a great time on painting the barn that Nina and Pops sent. We'll probably finish it up next week.
You know we let Caroline dress herself. Why on earth do people keep asking us that? (This is how she was dressed to go to the Albanian Festival. It was very Roma of her - she actually wasn't that conspicuous).