The weekends seem to get busier and busier these days. As if the work week isn’t hectic enough.
De Young
We kicked off last weekend with Peanut’s first exhibit at the DeYoung museum. Yes, that DeYoung museum. How’s that for a resume entry: 1st art exhibit on display at the DeYoung museum at the age of 4.
Peanut's Artwork on Display
But really, Peanut’s class art project was chosen among numerous city-wide entries to be on display for the Young @ Art exhibit – “a citywide celebration of student creativity”.
So Friday after school, the family headed to the DeYoung as they were going to have a ceremony of sorts with music, dance performances, and so on.
We met up with Peanut’s classmates and teacher at the museum, took pictures, looked at the other exhibits and before you knew it was almost 7p – way past dinner time for my kidlets.
What the event organizers don’t know is that 7p is the witching hour for preschoolers and their younger siblings. Did they really think that we’d have time to grab dinner before the 5.30p event? Did the hoighty-toighty people at the museum really think that a bunch of 4-5 year olds were going to sit still when there was just so much going on?
The Complete Installation
“Couples”/Zeppelin
Okay, so I’m extending the three word weekend to four this time…
As you may know from my spammish RunKeeper posts on Facebook, I’ve been working out a lot. A lot a lot. I’d been hoping that I could lead by example and get The Husband moving. A little, but not a lot.
So, two weeks ago, I managed to convince The Husband to join me for a training session with my trainer, CG. I had a slight advantage because I had been training with CG for 12 weeks, if not more, but The Husband managed to survive the session. He came out a bit sore, even with all the stretching.
After some discussion, we decided to move ahead with our “couples” training and kicked off our sessions last weekend.
Though we are working out together, I have a couple of modifications to my exercises. Where The Husband would just be doing back lunges with a reach, I’d be doing back lunges with a reach while holding the 8lb dumbbell. The Husband would be doing quick steps on the bosu and I’d be doing the quick steps on the bosu while holding up the 10lb medicine ball. Then we started some exercises on the TRX.
My trainer, by the way, is a walking Wikipedia of fitness – which is a good thing because the workouts are never the same and it keeps things fresh.
So how do The Husband and I celebrate me finishing up 12 weeks of personal training and kicking off sessions together? A dinner at the House of Prime Rib, of course!
With the kids at Grandma’s, The Husband and I were able to enjoy a nice evening out. Now, for me, the HOPR is a special occasion type place, so I was a bit disappointed that people were not as dressed up as I thought they would be. It’s been 10+ years since I was last there, but still.
The goodness that was the HOPR salad, the baked potato overloaded with fixin’s, the creamed spinach, Yorkshire pudding, and of course the beef from the zeppelin of meat itself was worth the wait. Unfortunately, portion control did not cross my mind as I ate dinner. I’d like to say that I need the calories, but I pretty much ate everything. I passed on dessert, if that counts for anything.
Bring it! The King Henry cut
The overloaded spud
Boss
Finally, it’s Sunday and we are taking the kidlets to their first ever SF Giants game! Ringo is wearing his Lincecum tee shirt and Peanut, well, Peanut is dressed in pink and we’re all excited!
We make our way to the ballpark, looking at all the boats in the bay. Peanut is quick to point out that people are having parties on the boats and that when she’s older she wants to have a party like that on a boat. As I look at the drunk women on the boat, dancing, I tell her, “Um, yeahrightno.”
Even with bleacher seats, near the coke bottle slide and “kids” area, kettle corn, pizza, and fries – they weren’t having any of it. Sudden outbursts of cheers from the crowd startled Ringo a few times and Peanut only wanted to go on the slide. (She ended up not going down at all because she didn’t want to go by herself, so she and The Husband waited in line for nothing.)
We did get to enjoy a few innings and scored runs by the Giants – thanks to Cody Ross (Ross is Boss!). But, we left after the 6th inning, which is unfortunate, since it turned out to be a great game that the Giants won and I guess they opened the field up to the kids so that they could run the bases once the game was over. Oh well.
Lessons learned: baseball games are for mommy and daddy…for now. Also, beer always, always tastes better at the ballpark.
Enjoying the game - sort of