Not much happened today. We went to church,
played with our kids, ate food, and, right when I was about to consign the day to oblivion (even thought that exact thought as I glanced at my camera and decided NOT to bring it with me to the park), a memorable thing happened.
At the park, the wind was whipping up a storm. Abe jogged Lydia over to a family flying kites, and out of the blue they let Lydia fly a kite! For the next thirty minutes, Lydia held tight and stared wide-eyed at her big kite aloft in the sky. A grinning Mary even held out her hand and grabbed the string. It was magical, memorable, and…not photographed.
Oh, well. Before I lost steam, I did take some other pictures during our lazy day.
Mary was excited to eat breakfast.
Abe does not often prepare the girls food, and so he overdid it a little on the portion size of Lydia’s after-church snack.
Mary and I are, um, tight. Here she is throwing herself on the ground and crying because I am ten whole feet away.
Better now! She made Mama so proud today.
And she knew it.
Abe’s original joke of the day: “What did the chef say who was cutting fruit? ‘I’m Cuban.’ ” (That is a delicious yellow watermelon he “cubed.”)
Chard, eggplant and tomato lasagne. Cooking the tomatoes yesterday turned out to be the right thing to do.
Mary’s appetite has stayed strong since yesterday evening. Hooray! Here she is eating watermelon after consuming an adult size portion of lasagne.
We got a lot of mileage out of these glasses today.
Right before bath time. See what I mean?