Because the weekend was the present and the present is a gift. And what did we make of our gift?
I played poker (badly) on Friday night with my pals. Stayed up too late and slept in on Saturday until almost 9 and did not get woken up by a little boy's face right all up in mine, that's what parents call a bonus! The best part of the night was cheering for the Giants with three other fans and seeing them take the first game of three from the Dodgers (who suck!).
We harvested our first zucchini from the garden, a whopper at more than 8 inches long and rather girthy. It also tasted pretty darned good and we were able to get Sully to eat some because he'd helped grow it. I knew the vegetable garden was a good idea. Now we just need to get Grady to try some but he's a picky, picky eater. He doesn't like sesame seeds on or in his inari, he doesn't like pepper (yes, the tiny little black bits) in his mac and cheese. He's got a rather complex set of eating rules that are very easy to break. Strangely there are zero rules on the sweets he'll eat and he requests dessert after every meal regardless of the meal itself. Yes, he wants desert after getting pancakes that have maple syrup on them. He doesn't get dessert but he asks for it.
