{"id":8866,"date":"2012-10-20T21:29:45","date_gmt":"2012-10-20T21:29:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=8866"},"modified":"2020-09-30T13:59:14","modified_gmt":"2020-09-30T17:59:14","slug":"weekend-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2012\/10\/20\/weekend-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Weekend"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Oh how I wish the weekends were just a tad longer. Don&#8217;t you?<\/p>\n<p>I took a bunch of pics of my not-so-sweet girly yesterday (she got in big trouble after whacking a little boy at the pumpkin farm yesterday). She is so naughty.<\/p>\n<p>I totally cringe when first-time parents are around her. And then I laugh and think, &#8220;well you better stop at one.&#8221; If I had stopped at one our house would be quiet, homework would always be done on time, and the food I make for dinner would be eaten without complaints.<\/p>\n<p>And things around here would be very very boring.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Oh how I wish the weekends were just a tad longer. Don&#8217;t you? I took a bunch of pics of my not-so-sweet girly yesterday (she got in big trouble after whacking a little boy at the pumpkin farm yesterday). She is so naughty. I totally cringe when first-time parents are around her. And then I laugh and think, &#8220;well you better stop at one.&#8221; If I had stopped at one our house would be quiet, homework would always be done on time, and the food I make for dinner would be eaten without complaints. And things around here would be very very boring.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":8867,"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":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8866","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/IMG_1449copy.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8866","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=8866"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8866\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17731,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8866\/revisions\/17731"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/8867"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8866"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8866"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8866"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}