Pocomote

The All About Mom Holiday Weekend started on a bit of a damper, with continued alluvial interference Saturday morning. Plus, as I told Ryan at lunch, I had to go study so I could get promoted to Colonel.

His eyes opened wide: "Good Idea!"

It's invaluable to have that kind of support at home.

Upon my return from the library, Ainsley's folks were here, and Dad joined us for a lovely butterflied-it-was-so-thick 25-hour marinated steak on the grill with the brand new propane.
Despite getting down fairly late, sondaught were up in the early 6'oclock hour, but enjoyed "dogpile on the grandrents" time while I hottubbed to wake myself up.
I cooked the fam a mega breakfast complete with fruit cups and mushroom omelets, then took the quadpeds for a quick stroll, Ryan sort of in charge of Dover until he yanked the leash out of Ryan's grip. Ryan's also getting very good at the screeching "NO" and deadweight gravity pull away from holding hands when crossing the street. Ah, we'll miss these years.
After a quick mow of the lawn before the predicted deluge, we got the kids to bed so Ainsley and her mother could go the lingerilogical specialist to have their breasticular apexes readjusted (don't ask).

Unfortunately, Ryan woke up crying .8 seconds after Ainsley got into her car, with a head so stuffed he couldn't blow his nose, frustrating him more. After placing a pathetic, hoarsy phone call to Mommy (That'll learn her to ever set foot outside this house!), I took him downstairs on the couch to snooze on my chest, but he wanted juice, and then Erin awoke -- I darted upstairs, leaving Grandpa in charge of not letting Ryan squeeze his juice box all over creation. I held Erin for the next fifty minutes, because anytime I tried to put her down (or even sit down in a chair myself), she'd wake up crying, so back and forth and up and down the stairs I went. At one point, I was able to pick up a Smithsonian magazine with one hand and read words here and there when I passed the opening in the curtain.
After the Mammariously Meticulous Moms got home, it was time for "Happy Birthday to Mother's Day" (as Ryan sang it) presents--the lad picked out a very color-appropriate green bow to go on the gift bag for his and Erin's gift to mommy.

We then took them to their favorite Indian restaurant up the street, where they apparently mistook my 6:30 reservations as a knee-slapper of a joke. We finally ordered around 7, and despite some confusion over the Keema Nann, we all enjoyed our food.

Unfortunately, we nearly crashed into some old guy in a robe and beard driving some large-ass boat down my street with two of every animal stinking up the joint. We broke records for rainfall throughout the area; it was reported that our county got between 3-4 inches of rain just on Sunday. Close to 7 inches over a four-day period. Bob Ryan, NewsChannel 4, put it another way: over 500 billion gallons of water fell within a 50-mile radius of D.C.

So much for watering my grasseedlings. They're now down in Richmond.