Cheese pizza and pickles were selected, along with orange slices.
The food was prepared, drinks were served (ginger ale and juice), and then it was discovered, as always when we play restaurant, that I AM THEIR GRANDMOTHER!
There is always a splendid reunion.
Dessert was mini-Oreos. But not very many.
I also discovered that August ate in a restaurant today. His mama and daddy took him to Fanny's Garden Cafe.
Lucky boy! Lucky May to have them there. I wonder how she got any other tables served.
Owen played outside some by himself and Gibson and I read a few books and then Boppy came home and they put a puzzle together and then played outside and Boppy fixed up an old bike and started teaching Owen how to ride it and he had a few spectacular falls and Gibson pretended to mow.
When their daddy came to pick them up, they were not ready to go but finally, we rounded them up and they're coming back tomorrow so all is well.
And all IS well and maybe because of that walk and stretches, I feel a hundred times better tonight than I did this morning. I was in so much pain for awhile that I could feel the natural opioids secreting from my brain in response. I'm not kidding. Or hell, maybe it's just the opioids. Which is a funny word, when you think about it.
Mr. Moon is getting packed up to leave for Georgia tomorrow. The rain up there has finally quit and so I will be alone for the weekend which I never really mind so much. I will do fun things with my kids, maybe, hang out with Jessie and August and kiss them a bunch. Perhaps I'll even get to drag Hank away from his Gaines Street Festival planning for a quick lunch. I miss that boy. He's been crazy busy with this festival which is a yearly event, along with his trivia work.
Life just keeps moving. Babies keep growing. And oh yes- the seeds I planted on Sunday are already breaking ground. Three days.