This weekend we did a whole lot of nothing, for a change. We all slept in, made our way to the bagel shop, then moseyed over to the farmer's market. I didn't really need anything except a few pounds of blueberries to freeze before the season ends, but we went for the atmosphere: the sound of the local musician playing on the acoustic guitar, the smell of freshly popped kettle corn, people milling about and chatting, and the occasional toddler squeaking, "ButIwannacookie!" (not mine, of course. My children would never do such a thing.) The boys got honey sticks and played on the train tracks. The rest of the day was just as relaxing: some combination of naps, reading books together, a family lunch date to Chili's, and chasing each other around the house.
Sunday was a repeat of Saturday - the boys slept in while I made my traditional Sunday big breakfast. We spent the morning at church and returned home for naps. In the afternoon, the boys helped me make dinner, and then played outside until bedtime. It was a nice, slow, easy afternoon, and the ideal weekend for us.