Joe took Morgan on a little Daddy/Daughter getaway to Martha's Vineyard for a few days, leaving Beck and I to enjoy a relaxing (read: Beck's just hangin' around in his skivvies) weekend.
Friday evening Beck and I planned a little dinner date, just the two of us. I even wore a dress (I know, two times in one week. It's some kind of record). I picked him up at pre-school and asked him where he wanted to take me. He replied, "McDonald's". After a bit of a discussion about never taking a lady (or me) out to dinner at the golden arches, we (OK, mostly me) decided on the new Japanese Steak House. I repeated over and over again "don't try that at home", as we watched our chef throw knives, slice and dice and light shit on fire. Beck even got the hang of using chop sticks. A fabulous dinner date with the boy, for sure.
Last night Beck, My dad and I went to the car races where again I chanted, "Don't try that at home". I had no clue when my Dad asked if we wanted to go see the Nitro cars race. Well, apparently Nitro cars burn like extra explosive jet fuel for the main purpose of blowing your eardrums out (oh and to go 300+ MPH). I was the only one who didn't realize this since we were the only people there without some sort of ear protection. So I had Beck cover his ears, then put his hood on while I placed my hands for another layer of protection for his ears. That seemed to work well... except not so much for my ears. What? Damn it! What is that ringing? Hearing loss aside, it was a really fun night. Watching Beck hoot and scream for the race cars was the best.
Here's a little video of one of the jet engine trucks... oh and do me a favor, pretend that I know how to hold my camera phone properly
So today Beck and I are in slow mode. I took advantage of the fact that Joe isn't home and thoroughly abused our lawn tractor by mowing the weeds (and several dozen rocks) in the horse pasture.
Meanwhile, Mr. Dee also took advantage of our lazy day by relaxing on the front lawn.
Life is good.
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