Labor Day? More Like, Labor Intensive

"Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin...." remember that song? I've been singing it all weekend because whenever there is a weekend titled "Three Day," all housework gets shoved into the corners, the errands HAULT unless absolutely necessary (like for ice cream or gas) and we don't take time to nap, which is very regrettable come Tuesday.

Saturday
We drove up to the Phipps Conservatory in Pittsburgh

Mat captured the beauty







While I captured the kids (literally):





We took a break for lunch at Tamarind, our favorite Indian restaurant on Craig's street. It's in this old Victorian house making the atmosphere just as enjoyable as the food.



When I say OUR favorite restaurant, I mean MAT and ME. We bring the kids the traditional bland food.

Next the Natural History Museum. We quickly skimmed the dinosaur section, because we had never been to the art galleries on the other side. I think we need to take another trip back to finish it, there was just so much. Check out this functioning cabinetry made out of drawers:



And this table



The kids kept busy by pyramiding themselves on ALL the benches. We were a little noisy and had horrible museum etiquette, but C'est la Vie.



With a quick jaunt to Costco we were on our way home when we decided it was still light outside, why not go rock climbing? So, we did.

On Sunday, we messed around at our own Botanical Garden. It was gorgeous weather. The kind of weather you can't waste a second being indoors.








Monday we put together our own little 5K with friends.

Mat again, already ran his 1/2 marathon before the 5K and was willing to watch the kids. Thank you Mat!



While the rest of us tried to finish our 5K



Kelli, Sheila and I decided to sprint for the finish line when we got to the bathrooms. I can't really say who won, but Kelli's 3mths pregnant so whether I did or not, I still feel defeated.





Later that day there was only one thing to do, eat doughnuts and rock climb. We've got the fevah! Mat was giddy, he kept saying, "Monday I don't have to go to clinic, I'm eating doughnuts and rock climbing!" Life was sweet for him.

We managed a few overhangs and a few firsts!







and we managed to keep the kids entertained long enough to climb--but barely!



I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. A "Four Day Weekend?" We won't know what to do with ourselves. Can I get a hallelujah?