All Dressed Up

Our oldest nephew's high school commencement ceremony was Friday, and we got all dressed up - at least as dressed up as you can on a hot evening. The kids were game for a few photos in their Friday finest.

Visiting the Ohio Railway Museum

Even Edith said she may have had too much cake after her second birthday party of the day on Sunday -- and that wasn't counting the dessert we had at a Saturday birthday! It was a fun weekend -- two friends were turning three, and we celebrated our nephews turning 18 and 13.

One of those three-year-old birthday parties happened to be at the Ohio Railway Museum in nearby Worthington. For a small admission fee, you can take a 20-minute train ride and explore the old train cars that are on the lot. The kids had a blast, and even I enjoyed checking out a few things from the past. And of course, the afternoon ended with cake.

Weekend Without Paul

Edith walking a slackline at a festival. May 11.

This past weekend it was just me and the kids. Paul was on one of his once-or-twice-a-year hiking trips with the guys -- something I certainly don't begrudge him and, in fact, would rather he do without me. Either way, he left Friday morning for Traverse City, Mich.

That left the kids and me alone for 60 hours (not that anyone was counting). To my delight, the weather turned out to be beautiful, despite a forecast of thunderstorms all weekend long. Edith and Atticus spent two hours playing in our kiddie pool and with the neighbors' water table. We went to a festival at a nearby school the first evening, a playground in a nearby suburb the second evening and a playground at our church the third morning. Each night it seemed we got home just in time for them to go to bed - perfect!

I certainly miss Paul while he is gone, and I certainly look forward to when he comes home from work each weekday -- not least of all because I get a break (or at least an opportunity to split up the kid duties). But now that the kids are 5 and 3, it is much easier to plan things, follow a schedule and get out the door on time. The biggest surprise: I wasn't totally, 100 percent exhausted by the time Paul got home Sunday night. I even -- gasp! -- enjoyed myself.