Saturday Fun

It was such a fun Saturday! My mom is down for the weekend and Luke enjoyed his Oma's attentions all day. We started the morning with a pancake breakfast, followed by gardening time. Luke spent more time making mud and dropping rocks in the watering can than weeding. That's okay. I spent more time sitting in a very comfy chair and laughing at my son's antics. Oma weeded.

Luke's morning nap found me sorting papers from the office floor, a task that must precede the transformation from office to nursery. Five more weeks until the baby is due. We should probably get the desks and computers and filing cabinets out of the baby's room. To our credit, we have made space in our bedroom for the bassinet.

Meanwhile, the best Daddy in the world removed all the scummy water from the pond in our backyard and filled it in nicely with dirt. I haven't enjoyed being the keeper of both a backyard pond and a very active toddler. The two simply don't coincide. Three cheers for Daddy!

Lunchtime brought a new food adventure for Luke. We dined on bratwurst...spinach and feta organic bratwurst, but bratwurst none the less. I diced Luke's up and he looked at it. Not much interest there. When he spotted the jar of pickles, however, it reminded him that green olives come in a similar container. Have we told you our son adores green olives. Oma made a deal. One bite of bratwurst = one green olive. It worked. He ate his plateful to earn each and every one of those pimento-filled treats. Is anyone else (including the pregnant Mommy!) a little repulsed?

After lunch, I took a three-hour nap. That's my favorite part of the day. Luke and Oma filled up the kiddie pool and enjoyed the sunshine. Daddy enjoyed his book. Good times.

Erik and I finished our day with a date to church for Navigate, the group for parents of young children. We heard a couple, married 27 years, parents to five kids, speak about the seasons of marriage. Good teaching that prompted great drive-home conversation. As parents of a little person who has a tendency to suck our attention, we steal the drive-home moments for ourselves. No radio. No CD. Sometimes no conversation about the kid. We came to the conclusion that God has blessed us richly with a marriage that is centered on Him. :-)

And now for something completely different: my son in pink sandals. We attended a Zoo concert Thursday with friends from down the street. Luke needed to try on her shoes. Enough said.