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Saturday in the Park With Mom
My mom showed up today around noon.
We all went up to a place in Rockville called Ize's Deli and Bagelry or something like that and got lunch. I had a really super-yummy bagel with lox. Yum! They had a trivia question up about the Heisman trophy, and my brother guessed and was close but not quite, so I looked it up on my phone and my mom was like "ooh! you should go tell them and get free bagels!" while meanwhile, I basically told one of the staff there that we were cheating on the trivia. Sheesh.
After that, we went to Brookside Gardens, which is a park and nature reserve and whatnot that had a kids' area and a greenhouse that apparently has butterflies in the summer. We walked around various plants and tried to keep Lily from accidentally destroying any pretty flowers. There were other kids, and dogs and people and stuff all over, but it was a little chilly for a garden walk.
Then I guess we just hung out here at the house for the rest of the day talking and showing photos and whatnot. D&E made tortellini for dinner and we had pudding and stuff for dessert. Oddly, we were looking through some of my dad's old photo books, like their wedding photos, which Mom decidedly had NO interest in until she realized, "HEY MY ENTIRE FAMILY CAME TO OUR WEDDING, THIS IS FULL OF PEOPLE I HAVEN'T SEEN IN YEARS." and then she went nuts identifying everyone for me and my brother. There was one guy she pointed to like "This guy married my cousin Iris... though they got divorced a few years later. But they both went to Temple and he was signed by the Houston Astros although he never actually made it to the majors and just played for some crap teams as a total nobody." So I looked it up on baseball-reference, and sure enough, Rod Clabo actually was a baseball player who was apparently vaguely kinda-sorta related to us at one point. Being as my mom completely doesn't understand how the draft and the minor leagues actually work, she didn't seem to think it was anywhere as cool as I did.
Now she is on a sleeping bag on the couch in the outer room here and I'm still on west coast time so awake. Oops. I guess I'll have to make an effort to get up in time for brunch tomorrow :)
Then Monday morning, heading to Philly. Woo.
We all went up to a place in Rockville called Ize's Deli and Bagelry or something like that and got lunch. I had a really super-yummy bagel with lox. Yum! They had a trivia question up about the Heisman trophy, and my brother guessed and was close but not quite, so I looked it up on my phone and my mom was like "ooh! you should go tell them and get free bagels!" while meanwhile, I basically told one of the staff there that we were cheating on the trivia. Sheesh.
After that, we went to Brookside Gardens, which is a park and nature reserve and whatnot that had a kids' area and a greenhouse that apparently has butterflies in the summer. We walked around various plants and tried to keep Lily from accidentally destroying any pretty flowers. There were other kids, and dogs and people and stuff all over, but it was a little chilly for a garden walk.
Then I guess we just hung out here at the house for the rest of the day talking and showing photos and whatnot. D&E made tortellini for dinner and we had pudding and stuff for dessert. Oddly, we were looking through some of my dad's old photo books, like their wedding photos, which Mom decidedly had NO interest in until she realized, "HEY MY ENTIRE FAMILY CAME TO OUR WEDDING, THIS IS FULL OF PEOPLE I HAVEN'T SEEN IN YEARS." and then she went nuts identifying everyone for me and my brother. There was one guy she pointed to like "This guy married my cousin Iris... though they got divorced a few years later. But they both went to Temple and he was signed by the Houston Astros although he never actually made it to the majors and just played for some crap teams as a total nobody." So I looked it up on baseball-reference, and sure enough, Rod Clabo actually was a baseball player who was apparently vaguely kinda-sorta related to us at one point. Being as my mom completely doesn't understand how the draft and the minor leagues actually work, she didn't seem to think it was anywhere as cool as I did.
Now she is on a sleeping bag on the couch in the outer room here and I'm still on west coast time so awake. Oops. I guess I'll have to make an effort to get up in time for brunch tomorrow :)
Then Monday morning, heading to Philly. Woo.