{"id":3235,"date":"2010-04-25T07:56:27","date_gmt":"2010-04-25T12:56:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=3235"},"modified":"2025-04-30T13:14:28","modified_gmt":"2025-04-30T17:14:28","slug":"saturday-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2010\/04\/25\/saturday-night\/","title":{"rendered":"Saturday Night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It was a crazy one around here.\u00a0 Not really.<\/p>\n<p>Spent the early evening picking up the backyard from having people over the night before.<\/p>\n<p>Blake had to mow<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7850\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550847542\/20100424-img_7850.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2704\/4550847542_d1d29a24cf_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7850\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" \/><\/a> The girl was bathed and in her pj&#8217;s but wanted to swing one more time before bed<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7856\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550210367\/20100424-img_7856.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4061\/4550210367_f1bd04c66a_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7856\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" \/><\/a> She loves to swing<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7857\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550848858\/20100424-img_7857.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4015\/4550848858_f325d6e3d5_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7857\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" \/><\/a> Future roller coaster rider<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7870\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550216011\/20100424-img_7870.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4001\/4550216011_9e9a1cab80_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7870\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" \/><\/a> These little bee pj&#8217;s used to belong to Blake.\u00a0 They even have his initials on the inside from a trip we took down south.\u00a0 The shirt that matched is long gone.<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7872\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550218727\/20100424-img_7872.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4037\/4550218727_8d8f20acd9_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7872\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" \/><\/a> The house was looking quiet, last night there was a 6th grade pow-wow on the roof deck under the umbrella, in the rain.\u00a0 You had to know the password to get in.<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7878\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550221017\/20100424-img_7878.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4019\/4550221017_9355e1d5b1_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7878\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" \/><\/a> While all of the little kids were made to play downstairs and the adults sat on the porch.<\/p>\n<p>Lots of these in our yard<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7882\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550225159\/20100424-img_7882.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4071\/4550225159_5da406dd01_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7882\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" \/><\/a> I wish I got a picture of Cole and his new Kindergarten friend.\u00a0 She is not in his class (he is morning, I think she is afternoon)\u00a0 but they were stuck together all night.<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7885\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550227585\/20100424-img_7885.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4057\/4550227585_70e40c5806_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7885\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" \/><\/a> But I didn&#8217;t take any pictures at all.\u00a0 Of course.<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7890\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550229513\/20100424-img_7890.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4009\/4550229513_e5eeb3534f_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7890\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" \/><\/a> This little boy is growing waaayyy to fast<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7896\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550872370\/20100424-img_7896.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4054\/4550872370_592fd00c1d_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7896\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" \/><\/a> Lately I feel like I need to soak up every moment of it, afterall- in 7 more weeks he will no longer be a kindergartener!<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7898\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550874852\/20100424-img_7898.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4031\/4550874852_82f237061e_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7898\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" \/><\/a> Oh and if you can&#8217;t tell, doesn&#8217;t want me to take his picture anymore, one more please?\u00a0 I always beg.<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7901\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550237003\/20100424-img_7901.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4034\/4550237003_8f507b174f_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7901\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" \/><\/a> So we go back to the girl, who still doesn&#8217;t mind the pictures<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7905\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550248897\/20100424-img_7905.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4019\/4550248897_482a8882fe_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7905\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" \/><\/a> And while some of these look like she is scared, she loves it.\u00a0 Trust me.<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7906\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550249201\/20100424-img_7906.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4043\/4550249201_ab6718ba4a_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7906\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" \/><\/a> <a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7910\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550888868\/20100424-img_7910.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4043\/4550888868_1c76491067_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7910\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" \/><\/a> <a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Medium\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7915\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550893694\/20100424-img_7915.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4056\/4550893694_37d8017108.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7915\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" \/><\/a> This was the perfect Saturday evening in my book, until the boys all ditched me to go see How to train a dragon.<\/p>\n<p>I put Eva to bed and watched Time Travelers Wife.\u00a0 I think I should have picked something more upbeat.\u00a0 Instead of enjoying my quiet house, I was counting down the minutes until all the boys came back.<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"tt-flickr tt-flickr-Large\" title=\"20100424-IMG_7916\" href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/photos\/photo\/4550255263\/20100424-img_7916.html\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4031\/4550255263_04e2dc548f_b.jpg\" alt=\"20100424-IMG_7916\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" \/><\/a> She really wasn&#8217;t scared, I promise!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was a crazy one around here.\u00a0 Not really. Spent the early evening picking up the backyard from having people over the night before. Blake had to mow The girl was bathed and in her pj&#8217;s but wanted to swing one more time before bed She loves to swing Future roller coaster rider These little bee pj&#8217;s used to belong to Blake.\u00a0 They even have his initials on the inside from a trip we took down south.\u00a0 The shirt that matched is long gone. The house was looking quiet, last night there was a 6th grade pow-wow on the roof deck under the umbrella, in the rain.\u00a0 You had to know the password to get in. While all of the little kids were made to play downstairs and the adults sat on the porch. Lots of these in our yard I wish I got a picture of Cole and his new Kindergarten friend.\u00a0 She is not in his class (he is morning, I think she is afternoon)\u00a0 but they were stuck together all night. But I didn&#8217;t take any pictures at all.\u00a0 Of course. This little boy is growing waaayyy to fast Lately I feel like I need to soak up every moment of it, afterall- in 7 more weeks he will no longer be a kindergartener! Oh and if you can&#8217;t tell, doesn&#8217;t want me to take his picture anymore, one more please?\u00a0 I always beg. So we go back to the girl, who still doesn&#8217;t mind the pictures And while some of these look like she is scared, she loves it.\u00a0 Trust me. This was the perfect Saturday evening in my book, until the boys all ditched me to go see How to train a dragon. I put Eva to bed and watched Time Travelers Wife.\u00a0 I think I should have picked something more upbeat.\u00a0 Instead of enjoying my quiet house, I was counting down the minutes until all the boys came back. She really wasn&#8217;t scared, I promise!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3235","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family","category-life"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3235","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3235"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3235\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21285,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3235\/revisions\/21285"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3235"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3235"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3235"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}