It was 70 degrees yesterday.
If you're still here and haven't clicked over to listen to a podcast not about the weather, thank you.
It was the best. My brother Daniel is in town and Simon is off (so many inappropriate lenten alleluias) for the weekend so we walked the kids to the playground last night.
He just Energizer-sprints.
I wouldn't care if he contained his crazy to the surrounding dead vegetation but he goes straight for the gold.
Meanwhile back at the ranch ... I'm dealing with the most selfless toddler that refuses to get off the swing made for giants despite multiple parents loudly hinting in my direction, "I'm sure that nice mommy will get her nice little girl off the swing soon so that you can have a turn."
What I'm saying is that all I took away from the field trip was a very strong resolve to never subject my martyr of a self to a solo trip with the triplets to the park. Ever.
And on a less selfish note, Simon and Dan took the kids on some errands until nap time and since Theo is sleeping his little heart out if you happen to drive by and see me looking a little something like this ...
you'll know why.
Fifty cheers for a house so quiet I can hear the watch upstairs in the drawer under 89 shirts tick tick ticking away and 100 cheers for a husband and brother ("Uncle Diego") that made it possible.