a very happy memorial day

I've always liked Memorial Day for two reasons: (1) It's completely underrated and always surprisingly lovely, (2) It encourages rule breaking: sure, it's not summer yet, but let's just call it summer and enjoy it anyway.

This year was no exception. I was lucky enough to spend Memorial Day with the Smiths and, as usual, have left feeling even more madly in love with those kids.

And, as if Lily, Finn and Crosby weren't enough, I was also joined by my mom and Duke, and of course, Court and Ry. We enjoyed the crazy hot weather, went on sweltering runs, walked on the Downtown Mall, bought Lily and Finn new summer pajamas, and attended a polo match (more on that to come this week). It was a blissful weekend away.
Immediately after arriving, I made my way to Crosby so I could finally (!!) hold him. As I was reaching to pick him up, Lily was quick to remind me to "hanitize" (hand + santizer, in case you don't speak Nin).
And although Finn was more inclined to run down the hall, lose all control of his body, and bulldoze through Crosby, he also seemed older than last time I saw him.
He found his new favorite puzzle - Ryan's tool set.
And they were both in heaven when my mom surprised them with a pop up tent, with their own chairs
And while Lily and Finn provided endless entertainment, my heart is so full of love for Crosby. He's so sweet and relaxed, and even though he wasn't even supposed to be born yet, he is already coming off of his oxygen. What a champ! It's clear that he's going to fit right in with those other spunksters.

pros

Since posts this week accidentally have turned into a things I love about warm weather project, I thought I'd just continue the trend.

Especially because I recently stumbled upon this amazing Frescobol beach game, which reminds me of Prokadima. Growing up, this was my family's favorite game to play on the beach. I'm headed to Charlottesville to visit Court (& Co.) this weekend, and I think we might have to bust it out.

I'm might be a little rusty, but I get the feeling that it'll be a lot like riding a bike...

Root, root, root for the home team

Almost as much as I love summers by the lake, I love an evening baseball game (I said almost). They've become somewhat of a tradition in the last few years and they make me so excited.

I recently learned that in 1935, the first MLB night game was played between the Reds and the Phillies at Crosley Field in Cincinnati.

It'd be perfect if I was going to a Braves game tonight to commemorate the anniversary, but I didn't really have much of a warning, here, seeing as when I say I learned about it recently, I mean yesterday...

Instead I'm going to a cookout, but I'll be certain to hum Take Me Out to the Ball Game every chance I get.

I might also watch the Sandlot. It feels right.


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