crisp weekend

Before I left for work last Friday, I sent Henry the 'how I met your father' trivia, and I told him I will show him mine if he show me his.

On Saturday we invited Line's friend Jeremy to hang out with us. When Jeremy thought we were playing the traditional football, he said he can handle everyone but his only concern was big old daddy. I was never the athletic type. I just stayed in the sidelines on every game. Although I cheered on, I was never the cheerleader type thing as Line would say. The only time that I came close to being athletic is when I had to run every day for three miles for almost eight years - it was a must. I didn't have a clue how to play touch football. My daughter literally was rolling on the grass laughing at me because I started counting when I was supposed to hike the ball....whatever. So, I'm dumb.

We were going to grab something to eat and head out to Kennedy Park, but we decided to go to Costco and place the cake order for the bday boy this coming weekend. We goofed around and ate pizza at Henry's and Line’s fave place. It was chilly and almost sunset by the time we get to the park. We had a blast playing, laughing and being goofy.

On Sunday I voiced out my concerns about the months ahead of us will bring. My dear husband assured me plenty of his love and dedication to me and the kids, and how he fully supports whatever it is that I decide to do when we get to nc, and in the end he said 'soon we will be off to the Caribbean sipping mai-tai....' then I started to cry. I am so amazed how my husband is so in sync with what I am thinking. He amazes me at the same time frustrates me; why does it seems like he knows how I think, but sometimes makes the choices I wouldn't even think of making. I asked him why he said mai-tai, when he always makes me margaritas. He said 'it was a thought that just came'. I told him about my first entry to this site, and he laughed and made silly remarks about how 'he could read my mind' and how I am running out of things and ways to get mad at him. He reminded me that he doesn't tan; he burns.

Sunday evening, the kids finished their xmas list. While Henry made chili, and Line baked cookies, my little boy ran around the house in his 49ers football helmet on. Niners once again: losers, big time. It was a fun weekend altogether. :)