So we took a (Saturday/)Sunday drive, and the only photos I took are the two above. Two blurry, two not so cute. Fortunately the rest of our weekend was neither blurry nor not so cute, so hurrah! Where did we go?
Well, what better time for a getaway than the weekend before Thanksgiving?! Chris had a rugby tournament in Pittsfield, so James and I tagged along. Were it not so cold, perhaps I would have taken pictures, but perhaps not. The pitch, as they call it, was beautiful - in the background sat the Berkshire mountains, in the foreground grown men grunted and clattered and crashed and groaned. James and I spent our time going back and forth between the giant playground and the pile of rugby equipment. James made neat little rows of every rugby ball he could find. And then we go cold and cranky, so we went to find lunch. Finding lunch turned into not finding lunch for longer than a 19 month old was willing to wait, so we had a screaming car ride, just me and the boy. And then we found lunch! And took two pictures. And James sat pleasantly the entire time, ate a TON of pizza, and was just the most delightful little lunch date I have ever had. Such a scene will most likely not be repeated again anytime soon – really, it was impressive. A genius also decided that running an electric train around the perimeter of the restaurant would be a good idea, so James was happily entertained there. I’m telling you, brilliant.
Anyways, back to rugby after pizza, More cold, more rugged men covered in dirt. Fun! Then onward to our stopping point for the night, Northampton, MA. We didn’t have plans to do anything per say, but we rarely have such plans. So we went to a brewery, ordered some Thai takeout, and hunkered down in the hotel for the night.
Sunday morning started earlier than we would have liked with a 5am wakeup call from the little boy. The little boy with a 101.7 fever! We had our hopes that he was just overheated from his pj’s and sleepsack and a warm hotel room, but still – that was hot. So some Tylenol and Lucky Charms later, we went for a swim. He loved it! He jumped off the side to Dad, blew bubbles, squiggled with glee. Sweet little water baby. And then onward we went, to a playground, for a walk, to eat Mexican food, and finally home where we still have the entire afternoon ahead of ourselves because Sundays are really long when you start them at 5.
So that was that, a weekend away. A weekend with no work around the house, no chores, no work. Just play. And it was lovely.