Happy Memorial Day
We tried to explain that memorial day isn't something to celebrate really, but then we decided what the hell - let's go with it.
The day started at 6:10 am.
“Happy Memorial Day”, she exclaimed with glee.
Considering the time, I was less gleeful than her. I don’t think my glee woke up until about 7 am.
BW tried to set her straight and explain what memorial day is really for without success. It’s my opinion that in a way those that fought did so so she (and future generations) could celebrate a peaceful day - so maybe the child is on to something.
We actually ended up having a great memorial day. She spent a good chunk out of it outside as today was finally a nice day compared to earlier this weekend when it rained and rained and rained.
She decided she wanted to go on a picnic so took some lunch supplies and walked to our neighborhood park which is only about 2 houses away. We can see it from our front door so it was an easy commute:
We even brought a tablecloth and made it fancy. And perfect timing: just as we were finishing up her friends found her and they played and played some more for another hour or so.
How she’s even standing is beyond me.
Dinner was on the grill and then to end the meal and the perfect (almost) summer day we ended with dessert that Mommy surprised both of us with:
Of course, we took the Popsicle outside and ate it and she lost a bit on the ground, but she was okay with it.
“I was full anyway”, she told me.
All in all a pretty good day. Bedtime was relatively easy1 .
She didn’t want the day to end she had such a good day.
She was right. It was a Happy Memorial Day.
Thank you to all that have served.
Lest we forget,
TH and Co.
I swear, my entire day revolves around the difficulty of bedtime.