Afterwards, we went home and watched the movie Idiocracy. HILARIOUS! The best part of watching a movie at home with the kiddos gone, was being able to turn the volume up as loud as we wanted.
Saturday morning, we leisurely woke up and went out, yet again, for breakfast. A brisk three mile walk afterwards helped put a small scratch into our calorie intake over the previous 24 hours. We ran a few quick errands and picked up Laurel on our way home. Ian was more than happy to watch his little sister leave so that he could have Grandma and Grandpa all to himself!
Sunday morning, we got some more exercise hiking Pinnacle Peak. I wore Laurel on my back. Carrying an extra 20+ pounds gave me a good workout. Poor Paul and a friend that joined us couldn't say the same. It was a very hilly climb, some parts being quite steep, but I slowed us down too much for either of them to get their hearts pumping. Next time, they both need to carry kids also!
Around 11:00, Grandma and Grandpa brought Ian back. We all had lunch (yes, it's all about food), then Paul's dad and I got busy working in my garden. When Paul and I relandscaped our backyard last fall, we had a 4x30 planter put in. Dad showed me how to filter the rocks out of the soil. There are TONS of rocks in our soil! About three hours in, we filtered out about 3 linear feet of soil. I'm thinking at this rate, maybe we'll complete half of the planter this spring, and try to do the rest in the fall.
Later that evening, the fun mood of our weekend took a 180 degree turn. Laurel came running towards me in the family room. She hit the corner of the table with her eye and immediately plopped solidly down on the floor screaming. I tried to comfort her in my lap as Paul brought me a bag of frozen peas to help with the swelling. That's when I noticed some blood. All I could think was, "Please, not her eye!"
Paul ran to get a cold washcloth. After gently putting pressure on the wound, we put some ice in the washcloth to help bring down the swelling. Once the swelling went down a bit, we could tell it wasn't actually the eyeball that was cut. The tissue in the corner of her eye was scraped.
This morning we're much more calm and relaxed. Yes, Paul and I have several more gray hairs and aged 10+ years, but these charming faces give us energy:
Not too bad, almost looks like eyeliner.
My, that's quite the hairstyle!