It was a perfect Saturday.
We made pancakes for breakfast. Then mommy went to a much-needed yoga class, while daddy and the boys drove the course for daddy’s 18-mile race the next day. We all came home and ate lunch. Mommy and daddy tackled some household chores while the boys napped. Then we all went to the nearby middle school track so the boys could ride their bikes and fly their kite. We ate at a gluten-free-friendly restaurant, then visited a funky local toy store to buy Nye a harmonica (he calls it a hore-monica; yes, we get the joke about Clinton’s instrument playing skills) and we capped the night off with rich and creamy gelato.
It was the perfect Saturday. I can’t believe I didn’t bring my camera.
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