We just had a very lazy weekend. And oh, how necessary it was for my soul.
On Friday night, we went to my parents’ house to watch the Stanley Cup finals with my family. That marks two meals in a week that my parents have lovingly provided for me and for which I didn’t even bring a salad.
I know – I’m spoiled.
After the Penguins won (woo hoo!), we were all cheering like mad. Annie jumped up and down in front of Papa’s big screen TV and hollered “Yay, Calgary Flames! I can’t believe you did it!”
*blink*
All righty then. Hopefully the child has the gift of the prophetic.
Joseph has been having a hard time sleeping since we left Omaha. So we stayed home to make sure he napped well in the morning. We lazed about and yours truly even got to sleep in, thanks to Bri. We then spent the morning wandering through our neighbourhood because it is garage sale season and I am on the hunt for a Cinderella DVD. (No luck so far.)
We wended our way up to the high street and enjoyed the best poutine and Montreal smoked meat sandwiches this side of Quebec.
And people say Canada doesn’t have fine cuisine. Look at that. French fries with gravy AND cheese curds.
And what’s a lazy Saturday without ice cream cones that melt too fast?
On Sunday, we skipped church. It has been so long since we had nothing to do on a weekend that we just stayed on that wavelength. We packed up the tinies and went to Fort Langley which is now my new favourite spot to spend a day. The day was beautiful – warm and breezy.
We spent most of our time at the old CN Railroad station at Fort Langley.
It’s the original building for the Fort Langley stop and is so much fun.
If you can’t see it, this old plaque reads “The Best Safety Device Known is a Careful Man.” Which just made my day.
Anne kept asking if this train was friends with Thomas (as in, Thomas the Tank Engine, for those of you without preschoolers).
We finished off with a walk through the town and a mousie cookie for Anne.
Then we drove the long way home, using backroads, listening to music. We held hands and talked quietly while the tinies snored in the backseat.
And when we got home, Brian did all of the laundry.
Yes.
It was a perfect day.
