weekendin'

Ugh, I'm getting that can't-believe-it's-Sunday-night feeling in the pit of my stomach again. The weekend has felt like one big stroll, punctuated by guests and yard sales and dead snakes and playgrounds. It was really good being able to spend some time with Ro--last week was a little rough and I eneded up working really late Friday and only getting my baby-time in in the dying gasps of the day, so I really needed some good, concentrated quality time.

We had guests galore this past weekend. Tia Margarita--my friend since we were two--reentered the pillow fort scene. She was between class sessions and Greensboro is closer to Elon than her home in Winston-Salem. It's always fun to, um, rehash those treasured middle school memories. She somehow always places the potholes and brambles in my memory lane.

Ro and I took a long, long stroll Saturday morning so Merc could read some seventeenth century verse, or, as I like to say, git 'er Donne. We walked all over town. I ate a sub and we played a little at a playground, inasmuch as a 6 month old can play on playground equipment meant for 5 year olds, and we went to a kids' art event that was really meant for older kids but nonetheless held some appeal for a baby. We also hit up some yard sales. I walked all the way home balancing a framed print on the top of the stroller. I bought some other fun crap too. The house is getting fuller and fuller!

THEN Jane rocked the house and it ruled! She and her friend Erin stopped by en route for Georgia to NYC. It was really cool of them to incorporate Greensboro into their travel plans. We went out to eat. Ro enjoyed both the attention of the ladies and the dill pickle that accompanied Mercer's burger.

THEN there was today. After another walk, we enjoyed the company of one Grandma S and one Aunt Hannah. Sadly, they drove all the way down just to ride over to Babies R Us and eat copious amounts of Vietnamese food, but heck, we had fun. They brought us even more stuff for the house--a desk chair, a chair for Big Ro, some art (I have yet to hang most of our prints and such--the only free time I get is when Ro goes to sleep, not the best time to stat driving nails into the wall!), and the coolest lamp ever. My mama and brother T made it out of half of an old oil drum they found. I'll post pix when I'm not feeling so technologically lazy. Yeah.