Breakfast with my champion as he geared up for his first round of flag football.
Flag football itself, after a two hour battle that ended in peer pressure regarding a mouth guard.
Stacks of laundry, chores and car seat arrangements that when completed, still didn't look like we made a dent around the place.
A relaxed stroll with Squeak, who soaked in the vitamin D and shared his sentiment of the warmer temps.
Another jaunt with the oldest, whose carefree giggle and utter joy at jogging with the dog reminded me what life is all about.
Catching up with the best neighbors, who even fed our growing "big" seconds.
Falling asleep by 8 p.m. on a Saturday night and then sleeping in until 7 a.m. on a Sunday, the best treat we've received in years (there were a few wakings in there, but still!).
Catching up with friends on that thing they call the telephone.
Ridiculous giggles and a new jig choreographed with Squeak's musical toys that leave us in fits of laughter and tears every time.
A house still in disarray, but so full of love...and "The Bachelor" in the background.
Life is good. Weekends are the best.