Our weekend (unfortunately) started early. After the whole school fiasco on Thursday, I did not send the children in on Friday. They stayed home and relaxed. They were really grateful to have a day off after all the drama.
Saturday, of course, was the recital, so we didn't do a whole lot else besides our normal Saturday chores. The children were all excited because Renee (Nana with the Boo-Boo, as she is known in our house) spent the night with us. After church on Sunday, and naps, the children played under their rocket sprinkler, then we took them fishing at Lawson's Creek. It was absolutely gorgeous. Perfect weather for being outdoors. We didn't buy bait or anything, just let the kids use the fake lures they had in their tackle boxes - we are not exactly expert fisherman, by the way - so they didn't really get any bites. We saw plenty of fish jumping, though. We had a really great time, even Drake, who didn't try even once to jump into the water.
Drake occupied himself with his juice cup, and later, a water bottle while Skylar and Bart fished.
Eventually, the boys got a little restless, so I took them on a little walk. Bart was convinced we were going to see a bear once we got out of sight of everyone else and into the woods. Even though we were on a wooden and fenced path, I couldn't rule out the possibility. There are bears in New Bern. So we headed back.
We didn't actually catch anything, but the time together was worth it. We were all getting pretty hungry, so we left to rustle up some dinner. On the way out, we saw a mother duck and her adorable, fuzzy little ducklings. It's exactly how I feel some days, with my brood of children surrounding me.
After we ate dinner, we headed over to one of the fields at BDQ Elementary. Even though, I knew it had all been made up, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous as we stood outside near the woods there at dusk. What if, just what if, there really had been some nut with a gun out by the woods?
It was so beautiful and peaceful, though, that I couldn't help but let go of my apprehensions. George brought along one of his planes and flew it. The children went to dig in the shark tooth pile, and we even caught sight of an adult fox. It was running too fast and was a little too far away for me to capture it on film, though I tried. I did succeed in getting a shot of the pink sunset
in the background.
Monday was Memorial Day. We spent the morning catching up on some chores. In the afternoon, we went to a cook-out at the home of our friends, the Airharts. They go to church with us and are pretty new to the area. Our other two good sets of friends, the Nicolaysens and the Weekes, were there, also. Altogether, there were eight adults and nine children. Both Melissa Airhart and I are expecting. She is due almost two months earlier than me, I think, and is having a little boy.
The children had a great time running through their back yard, splashing in the wading pool, and playing under our rocket sprinkler. Melissa had hidden little farm animals in the back yard for the kids to find and trade in for a prize. I brought my camera to take pictures, but the batteries died on the way over. I was pretty annoyed about that.
We ate way too much food. I totally pigged out on brisket, salads, watermelon, cupcakes, and the yummiest lemonade. I was so full, in fact, that I had the absolute worst reflux ever later that night. It was so bad, I could not get to sleep until 2:30 am, even though I was falling asleep sitting up. Every time I tried to lie down, I felt so bad, I had to get back up. I took Zantac and Tums, but nothing seemed to help. I was so tired and out of it the next day, I totally forgot about a Young Women's presidency meeting at 10:30. I felt lousy that I had forgotten, but I was really wiped out. I met Vanessa and her kids at Target, where we browsed for stuff for Melissa's upcoming baby shower. Vanessa loves doing parties probably about as much as I do, and she has really cute ideas.
That evening was Bart's last karate class until August. For whatever reason, Craven Parks and Rec isn't going to be able to use the gym at HJ MacDonald Middle School in June or July, so the kids will have to wait most of the summer to start back. Bart's instructor invited him to come to Ayden, where he teaches another class, on Monday nights during the summer so he can practice. Bart was promoted with another stripe on his white belt (George asked him if he was going to end up being a 45-year-old white belt), after being promoted the week before, too. He's working really hard, but he's going to have to push just a bit more if he wants to get his yellow belt.
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