It's been a weekend chock full of fun.
Maybe I'm exaggerating. It wasn't chock full. Maybe just three quarters full. There were some disappointments mixed in.
What did not disappoint were the people at the Ravinia music festival.
Laura had gotten me tickets to see the Indigo Girls AND Mary Chapin Carpenter for my birthday. We got there with our picnic of pizza and salad and our Bota box of wine like a bunch of hillbillies. When we got there, we found people enjoying fancy picnics on tiny tables, with real bottles of wine and wine glasses made out of glass. They were enjoying appetizers of brie, olives, and crusty bread. They were so civilized, with their tablecloths on their tiny, adorable tables. And here we were, schmucks on our picnic blanket, using plastic sporks to eat our salad.
|I'd forgotten how much I love Mary Chapin Carpenter. She rocked it.|
|Just look at that dimple.|
|We visited Lurie Gardens. Amazing.|
|Cyd the Brave made it to the top of the rock climbing wall. It took her a few tries, but she persevered.|
|We usually visit Chicago in the dead of winter, so it was nice to be able to linger at Millennium Park|
and get a close look at The Bean, without freezing to death.
We were going to have dinner at a cozy fondue place in the heart of Chicago, but when I called to make reservations, they said kids 10-years-old and under weren't allowed, for safety reasons.
Whatevs. It's probably all for the best. Cyd probably would have set the damn place on fire. No one got hurt. No one got delicious fondue.
So we went to Navy Pier.
|Back home, weeding the pumpkin patch.|
|Mabel is keeping her babies close. All three seek refuge under their mother, but they really want to explore.|
|This one is Cyd's. She named her/him Rosie.|
|We ended the weekend with a little barbecue, because it's the FOURTH OF JULY.|
We crammed a giant fistful of life in a few precious days.
The kitchen is a wreck, there are wet swimsuits covering the bathroom floor, and I need to muster up the energy to make the kids' lunches for tomorrow. It's all enough.
Sometimes, it's more.