Let’s Play Catch Up!
It was all about Luca this weekend.
Even more so than usual.
Saturday was his little friend Avery’s 4th birthday party at the zoo. And, as lazy as his parents are, I’m not sure he has ever been out of the house before 10 a.m. on a Saturday. Besides the occasional donut run, of course.
It was a big morning. He rode the carousel for the fourth time, but it was the first time he rode an actual animal. He usually plays it safe and makes me sit on one of the little bench things with him. But, he had his trusty sidekick, Colin, by his side and that made all the difference.
As we waited for everyone to join us, he sat nervously on his hippo, ordering me to hold on to him for dear life. Once things got started, and he realized how much fun it was, he relaxed and starting laughing like a little crazy man.
Fast forward to Sunday.
A couple of months ago, I got this
incredibly stupid brilliant idea to purchase tickets for Max and Ruby, Live, at the House of Blues.
Now, I am all for taking my kids to see live shows. In fact, I kind of live for that shit, because I remember how much I loved it as a kid. But, for those of you that have not seen Max and goddamn Ruby, it is BAD.
You can imagine how thrilled my husband was when I reminded him that, instead of watching Sunday football, he would be watching two giant bunnies sing stupid songs to each other.
But, it’s for the kid, right?
So, we sucked it up, left Leo with a sitter, and off we went to Bunny hell.
One of us was very excited.
(Spoiler alert: It was the one who still shits his pants sometimes.)
While waiting in line for the doors to open – always fun with kids – this dude walked around shouting, “I need to see ID’s for any parent who wants to drink!”
I sheepishly raised my hand.
So, then I was stuck with this super classy orange bracelet that screamed, “I’m a mom and I drink in front of my kid, please judge me, because OMG I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON.”
Or something like that.
A bit of a Scarlet Letter, don’t ya think?
*This is a dramatic reenactment of me sporting the bracelet. I re-stuck it together the next morning for blogging purposes.
But, the bracelet led to the Bloody…
And Max and Ruby are definitely less annoying when taken with a Bloody Mary.
We spent approximately 3 million dollars on
shit no one needs cute Max & Ruby merchandise and only stayed until my child had an epic meltdown intermission.
But, this pretty much made it all worth it…
When we got back home, we told the sitter that we had so many errands to run, and asked her if she could stay a few more hours with both L’s.
Then we went to run our errands.
Our delicious, thirst quenching errands.
We used to enjoy some day drinking. Not so much anymore, and on Sunday I was reminded why. Because, instead of going home to sleep, I come home to tiny, screaming dictators.
Thankfully, we had just rolled the clocks back the night before, so guess who was put to bed at 6 p.m.?
Thank god these kids can’t tell time.
Here’s to keeping them uneducated as long as possible.
Next up, Disney on Ice on Friday.
I am taking Luca out of school early and he and I are heading over to Reliant for the show.
He is totally playing hooky, which is way more acceptable than playing hooker.
Happy Tuesday, friends.