It's been an odd weekend here, with 3/5ths of the family heading to Houston, and big kid and I staying put to eat way too much Italian food.
Cotton headed to Houston with her Aunt and cousins, because Aunt decided it was time to try to outrun the cedar. Rone and Chance followed this morning, because Rone was horribly sad about missing a chance to play with the cousins, and Chance has had his fill of pollen-related nonsense as well.
Today Seph and I were on our own, and after a lazy day of reading, we went to the bookstore, because we both needed to add books to the stacks in our 'to read' piles. Mine is only two feet tall, and was feeling small and neglected. Then I took her to one of my favorite restaurants in town, Vespiao, where she ordered calamari and pizza (yes, Mom, she ate bait. deep fried, delicious, bait). Then I started her on Sherlock, so she could get caught up and watch the new season with me. I'll have to go ahead and watch tonight's episode without her, but I think she can catch up.
Earlier in the weekend we went to The Salt Lick with friends. We were 18 people, so filled two big picnic tables. It was wonderful to give all the kids (9 in all) their own table and let them sort out their own all-you-can-eat-bbq situation. I vastly prefer this to the trips where making sure I got a rib before everyone grabbed them was tricky because I was also feeding a baby a pickle. But pickle baby faces were pretty funny, so I guess it evens out. The whole place was enormously busy--we parked further away than we ever have, the wait was an hour and a half, and the subdivisions popping up all along the way are still surprising to me. Here's hoping we can still get a table someday when our 25th anniversary rolls around!
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