I really hyped up this weekend with Monkey. I told her several times that it was going to be warm out and we'd be able to play outside. Each time it went like this:
Me: Tomorrow it's going to be warmer! We'll be able to ride our bikes and play in the rice box!
Monkey (without skipping a beat): WILL THE POOL BE OPEN?!
Me: No. It's not that warm.
Monkey (completely dejected): Oh.
Monkey: How many more sleeps until the pool is open?
Me: About 120.
She seriously asks almost once a day if the pool is open.
Dr. GMac visited on Friday evening as Monkey said she wasn't feeling well. He wasn't buying it. Placebos were prescribed.
Walks were taken, the rice box was played in, the heat was turned off, and windows were briefly open (I may have thought it was warmer out than it really was).
I made a loser chili recipe (I really thought the Pioneer Woman would've come through for me this year) for Sunday night.
We grilled for dinner and C yoga'd outside.
Sunday morning I made some delicious frozen waffles. GMac loved them so much he helped himself to Monkey's.
Monkey woke up a bit under the weather. Sore throat, cough, head ache, congestion, and a "pumpkin in her throat." Fortunately after some Tylenol the pumpkin was gone, but she still wasn't herself all day.
That didn't stop her from a pre-church walk and going to Grandma and Grandpa's house.
While she was away the mouse played. We took GMac on a nice long walk while he soaked everything in. This boy was made to be outside. He'll even bring you his shoes and sit down for you to put them on.