Weekend Leisure

I'm having trouble stringing together words lately, let alone sentences or thoughts. A coherent entry? The forecast isn't calling for flying pigs, is it? So in lieu of poignant thoughts...you know, the kind I'm always capable of...I will substitute with some fleeting headlines from the last week.
1. We had nothing, nothing on the calendar this weekend. It was glorious. We spent time further calculating the work that our new yard will require. Oy. For now, May, June and July or 2010 will be officially known as the "Summer of Exploration". Or in other words, no planting or weeding (aside from mint, because dammit I'm getting my mojito before this summer is out). In true scientific fashion, the garden will be given the freedom to reveal it's true self. We plan to run the lawn-mower every couple of weeks so as not to totally alienate ourselves from the new neighborhood. So far, we've heard rumors about white and red raspberries and rhubarb. We also think we've spotted grape vines.
2. With nothing, I mean nothing on the calendar this weekend, we took the opportunity to go through boxes and boxes of Ella's old baby gear. We were knee deep in cloth diapers, baby blankets and Lansinoh. For those of you not familiar with Lansinoh, you must not have had bleeding, scabbing nipples in the recent past...lucky you. We also uncovered our old "input/output" clip board from the early months of parenthood. Something that was filled out with care, precision and definite hints of OCD. If we were in our right mind, we should have dug a deep hole in our backyard and buried this thing. No doubt, it would pull a Freddy and come to us in our nightmares. It was the epitome of a new parent's neurosis. We had oodles of what seemed to be very necessary data courtesy of my excel spreadsheet loving sweetie. Words like "seedy", "tarry" and "blow out" (i.e. output) sat next to columns that outlined the number of minutes, the side and the positioning of each feed (i.e. input), followed by general mood.
I'm desperately hoping to be a different parent this time around.
Is the kiddo peeing and pooping?
Yep?
Good enough.
Should we resurrect this form of parenting again, please feel free to pour us a stiff drink and then have us committed. You will then be labeled a hero in eyes of many.
3. With nothing, I really mean nothing on the calendar this weekend we watched "Food, Inc", visited our favorite pub, Shannahans, walked around Lincoln Park and managed to make some regrettable purchases at a baby consignment sale (turquoise vinyl bean bag chair, ahem, Jerry). In addition, we went to Target, Oak Brook Mall and poached salmon. Don't you love these low-key weekends? This is what happens when Sarah has time on her hands.