Saturday afternoon Rachel had the temper tantrum to end all tantrums. We were at a toy store to buy some birthday gifts for other kids and Rachel wanted a Webkins pony. We said, "No" and she proceeded to Lose. Her. Mind. Dave ended up carrying her out of the store while she was screaming at the top of her lungs, "I WANT A PONY!!!" It was completely stereotypical and also embarrassing.
After that charming display of behaviour, when we got home I determined the kids needed to entertain themselves while Dave and I recuperated, so I whipped up some marshmallow paint. The kids LOVED it and we got forty-five minutes to regain our sanity.
I told Dave it was the most fun I'd had at a dance since our wedding dance.
Then I awoke at the lovely hour of 4:23am to go and get our winter tires put on at Costco. I'm glad I got there two hours ahead of time as the next onslaught of people showed up at 6:20. And then they got cold within ten minutes and started complaining about it. Try standing in the cold for two hours people. Grrrr. But I did get to see this beautiful sunrise.
And then I got home and put my comfort bag on my feet to try and thaw my frozen toes. Plus I read Harry Potter and ate salad at 9:30 in the morning because, for me, it was practically lunchtime then :)
The kids enjoyed a morning of playing:
And in the afternoon, while Dave took Sam to a birthday party and went shopping with Rachel at Costco (because our winter tires were put on so quickly the store wasn't open yet when I left!), I did some yard work which ended when my yard waste bag gave up the ghost, whatever that means.
We had a yummy fall supper of potatoes mashed with celariac and buttercup squash which we just call "The Amazing Wonder Vegetable" because it is delicious mashed with butter. And Dave BBQd because the weather was amazing.
Then we went grocery shopping because it's way more fun to grocery shop as a family at 7 on a Sunday evening than 7 on a Monday morning like we did last week.
And that was our weekend. It was a good one, and really, what more can you ask for?