This week, on Wednesday, my dad and I took Dylan to Pittsburgh Mills mall, where he rode the huge merry-go-round, played in Giggles & Smiles, and we ate a huge lunch at Houghlihan's.
On Thursday, what felt like the hottest, most humid day so far this summer, Dylan and I met friends at "Castle Park" for a playdate. It was our first time at that park, and I know it won't be the last, because it is such a cool park! The whole thing looks like a castle, and it also has a huge sandbox. We had a good time, and would have enjoyed it even more if we weren't drenched in sweat from the stifling heat!
Thursday evening, Jim and I took Dylan to his first circus. It was a small, mom and pop type circus, but as I told my friend earlier at the playdate, "He's never been to a circus before. What is he gonna say, "This is lame""? Nope, but I did a few times. When we take him to a "real" circus, he's gonna say, "What was that other ridiculous thing you took me to, with the goats that did tricks?" The lighting under the "big tent" was horrible, and I had my small camera, so I didn't get any great shots (of the goats doing tricks). Oh, and did I mention we were crammed onto uncomfortable bleachers, like sardines, in a big tent, with no air circulation, on the hottest day of the summer?! There was a guy who kept walking around selling snow cones, but he was NOT making it to our side, because they kept selling out by that time. I was envisioning a crowd of sweaty people, stampeding the poor snow cone guy, trampling him while trying to get the last precious snow cone. I would be the one on the top of the pile. Of course, in the middle of the show, Dylan had the urgent need to go potty. Then, the guys sitting outside the tent said we couldn't go back in where we came out. Meaning, we would have to go in the front, and walk the entire way around, in front of EVERYONE watching the show. Uh...no. So, then Dylan and I had to sneak past the circus dudes into the back of the tent. How many times do you get to write that in a sentence?
Friday we rested after all that excitement, and Saturday was my "Spa Day" as I marked it on the calendar. See, last year on my birthday (almost a full year ago) my wonderful husband bought me a gift certificate to a spa. It has taken me this long to use it. I had a makeup lesson with a fantastic guy, Larry, who I wanted to immediately befriend because he was so much fun (I'll let you guess his, um, sexual preference). Then I had a massage with a woman who thought I said, "Torture" when I said "Relaxation". Since when is having someone's elbow jammed into your bum relaxing? I really wish I had the time to do a complete post on my thought process during that massage, because I was cracking MYSELF up. I cannot clear my mind and allow my mind to just... go blank.
Sunday we went to my grandfather's and spent the day with a bunch of my extended relatives that we only get to see a couple times a year. Family, Friends, and Fun. That's my kind of week. Hope you all enjoyed yours.