Picnic? Yes, Please.

We packed a picnic for Sunday Funday and went to the monuments. The Lincoln Memorial has always been our favorite. Piper likes it, too.

Our friends, Corey and Robyn, met us there. They’re the kind of smart, interesting women I hope Piper and Sissy grown into being. And they like our kids, so clearly they have impeccable taste.

I made guacamole, which is one of Piper’s true loves. Robyn made lentil salad with goat cheese. Yum. Piper’s dad whipped up a Greek pasta salad. It was a crowd pleaser. We topped it all off with sponge cake and fresh berries.

Then we played frisbee and softball and walked around the mall. We had time to play, you see, because there weren’t dishes to do. That’s my favorite part about a picnic. You sit and eat and lounge and chat and eat some more. The kids run around and you don’t have to chase them. Delicious.

Piper almost fell in the reflecting pool several times. She blamed it on the sidewalks. What else could it be?

 

Following her antics, Piper told Corey “My mom embarrasses me. Not as much as my Dad, but that’s still a lot.”

Fro Yo Love

Last night we went out for a favorite Friday night treat: Fro Yo. Piper’s daddy is a bit of a fanatic for the fruity frozen custard. While we were enjoying our dessert we got a message from Augie’s parents (see Soulmates and You Know You Have a Valentine’s Day Hangover When for Augie info) letting us know that he’d declared Piper his best friend in his preschool yearbook.  Now it’s in print.  Their soulmate status has reached a new level.

“You never know when you’ll meet your soulmate, Piper. Who knows?” Piper’s dad said.

Piper rolled her eyes, threw away her empty frozen yogurt cup, and climbed up in the chair with her Sissy.  The new American Girl magazine was much more interesting than dad’s love lecture.

“I met your mother on a chance encounter at the steps of the Lincoln Memorial back in 1996,” dad continued, undeterred by Piper’s obvious lack of interest. “You just never know.”

“Dad,” Piper said. “Could you please stop talking about the love stuff? Thanks.”