A little time before dinner—and that wild wind—leaves time for a little three-handed Hearts inside. Kayla, Jason and me.
Jason has incredibly bad luck. Barely missed running them—one card light. I tell him he played it well, so he lost correctly. * He’s well behind when we have to pause the game to change for dinner.
A cool, brisk evening means eating inside instead of out—but sunny means some walks around, especially for a certain little boy. One who really, really, REALLY wants to climb through the fence and explore the next field.
But that’s a hard no.
Kayla gets her cowgirl on and it sure looks cute on her.
It’s a fine meal, and our waitress Dart is terrific. Griffin enjoys his Mac and cheese, then decides he’s had enough. His dad drives him and his mom home, and comes back for us in time for dessert.
I have a scoop of vanilla gelato with a scoop of huckleberry. Just as wonderful as I remember. But too much for me. Jason reaps that reward.
We see cattle on the way back, and a field loaded with moms and babies. So cute!
Back home, and the temp keeps dropping so I want sweats on.
It’s time for Griffin’s nightly pre-bedtime dance with Daddy. It’s an adorable ritual with a specific play list on Jason’s phone, and usually ends with the favorite. The Elmo Slide. By then, Griffin’s head is almost always heavy on Jason’s shoulder.
Mom and Dad put their boy to bed with BW drafted to finish for Jason at Hearts.
His luck is no better. Kayla triumphs. She’s become, over the last couple years, a very canny—and often ruthless—card player. Makes a nana proud, even when she screws me over on a pass.
Jason conks with Griffin, so it’s now four-handed with Kat, BW, Kayla and me. Lots of fun, lots of laughs.
My luck is fairly crappy, but BW’s is even crappier. Kat gives her a run for it, but once again, Kayla crushes all comers.
I warn her next time we play, she’s going down!
I’m up early again, and just decide to roll with it. Pretty chilly this morning. Get my workout in, while Jason fixes Griffin’s breakfast. It’s fun listening to him babble with Sesame Street or Mickey and Donald while I work up a sweat.
I sit down to work while the Breakfast Club heads out. Cool or not, eventually the boy wants outside, so Kat and Griffin go on a short adventure.
I finish up my goal for the day shortly after the gang comes back—with bacon!!! Mmmm, bacon.
Kat’s putting Griffin down for an early nap as he hit the wall, and I might take a walk myself.
In a couple of hours we have a paint activity here at the house. Fun! And it’s barbecue night at the resort. All sounds good to me, but I admit I’m looking forward to feeling the temperatures climb back up to summer.
Notes from Laura:
* Sometimes Nora says this to me. OK, she never says it to me. Stupid games.
To follow up the first day post, here’s Griffin and Nana “bowling.” And a glimpse at the big furniture.
So…who’d volunteer to sleep in the tent? I think I would.