A Kick-Ass Weekend Was Had

*warning:  there are lots and lots of pictures*

At the end of my last post, I swore I was going to have a kick-ass weekend. Seems like often when one makes such a proclamation, things blow up in one's face and the kick-ass-ness turns into an ass kicking. That did NOT happen this weekend. I did, indeed, have a kick-ass weekend :)

It wasn't anything exciting or earth-shattering or extraordinary...just hanging with my kids.

Friday after school we went to an end of the school year party. Same amazing place as last year... remember? Only this time Miss C wasn't drinking white-out; she was stepping in dog crap :(

View from the pool deck.

The little side pool next to the big main pool.

Miss C was enchanted by the enormous freshwater fish tank...

she did leave her shitty shoes outside, of course.

On Saturday we went to the Albany Waterfront Park. Once upon a time, this place was a dump. Literally a dump. There are remnants of this everywhere...huge slabs of concrete slapped all around, piles of busted up mortar and bricks, rebar sticking up here and there in the path. It's a kind of dangerous place. But it also has offered itself up as a canvas of sorts to artists. It's a fun place to take the kids...as long as they are mindful of the jutting rebar and broken glass.

 These photos show the main path, some of the concrete slabs, an amphitheater created from broken stuff and the little beach that is more or less safe for swimming...especially if you're a dog.

 The "Big Art Show" might be the scattered works of art that line the main path...or that might refer to the big structure at the end of the path. I'm not sure. But the path itself is marked by hearts!

The "theme" of this structure changes from time to time. The last time we were out it was painted up like a deck of cards...hearts, spades, clubs, and diamonds. This time it was just psychedelic. The kids love climbing in and on it. It creeps me out, so I just observe from the side.

Then, after three days of no formal working out, I was able to squeeze in 100 minutes of sweaty-awesome cardio at the gym before hanging out at the pool with some kids and then chilling in the backyard with the cutest three-year old I have ever known...

"Let's play kitties!"

"This is my kitty face..."

"Can't catch me! Can't catch me!"

 

Trapping (stufffed) kitties and then letting them go.

Nothing earth-shattering, no compelling storyline, just life. 

Which just so happened to be pretty kick-ass :)