The perfect day...

Today was one of those unplanned, unscheduled, perfect days. Don't get me wrong, mostly I am a list maker, appointment maker, and schedule keeper, though often late for any and all of the above. But today, we had no plans, we just did what we wanted to do, when we wanted to, and it was great.

Mike worked the obscenely early morning shift and was home by 7:30, and sent me back to bed. Very nice man that he is, realizing I'm next in line to catch the plague that Milo has been surviving, he let me sleep 'til about 10. We then took our time, doing the "what do you want to do?" "I don't know what do you want to do?" dance. We had both looked for fun 4th of Julyish-type things to do, but seems as though most of those happened over the weekend.

So we finally decided to grab some food and go to a park. Milo was on board as long
as there were slides and swings involved. Right as we were walking out the door, Mike got paged in. No worries, we're flexible today. Drop Mike at work, go grap some take-out, go back to get Mike, eat lunch in the car 'cause Milo and I were impatient and hungry. Grab Mike, head to the park. Slide down some slides, relax in the shade. Hey look, there's the ice cream man. Milo's never had an ice cream from a real ice cream truck. Mike holds him up and he points to the one he wants, a perfect "snack sized" option ideal for toddlers with no attention span, even for ice cream. Back to sit in the shade, eat ice cream, then back to the slide and swings.

Gets hot and maybe sunburn-inducing bright. Milo hears a train whistle. Want to see the train? Okay, let's see if we can find it! Sure enough, Daddy's a pretty good train chaser. He finds one that's stopped along the track, and he and Milo get out to take a closer look. Then it starts to move again, and so do we.

Milo falls asleep in the car on the way home, and I join him in nap mode when we get back to our place. Mike's still working overnight, so he too heads to bed shortly. When Milo wakes up from his nap, we meander down to the garage, hop on the bike, and go to water our community garden. Milo hangs out, sits on a towel eating goldfish, then off to help me water the plants, then off to play with his trucks. We take the scenic route home, along the river, check out a momma and some teenage ducklings, feed them a few of the remaining goldfish, go across a cool bridge, and then back home for dinner, bath, and bedtime stories. A great day. Not particularly patriotic, but full of fantastic moments.