Cheers to long weekends! Ours was low key, yet delightful. I make a habit of visiting my abuelos at least once a week, and we made it over there on Friday. I wish I could visit my father’s mother more often, but she is in an assisted living complex about an hour away. With three under three, places that are an hour away might as well be days away.
To be honest, it doesn’t hurt that my abuelos live in a veritable Garden of Eden, complete with beautiful flowers, a bustling bird feeder, and a pool. In the summertime, their backyard is in its element. Ruthie skipped her nap, so we brought her outside to “see the birds.” I didn’t feel like changing her into her bathing suit and changing into mine (and inevitably changing Rosie into hers once she awoke and realized we were all swimming without her), so I told Ruth she couldn’t get in the pool. I was distracted by my phone for one moment and this happens.
Little rascal