Refreshed, At Last

I did not get the GU today, but no big deal. For some reason Heath and Stella woke up early, so after an early morning game of tee ball between the boys, we headed out for a bright, barely brisk baby jog. Mark had an excellent idea (that's two in one weekend! Way to go, Daddy!) of taking the train downtown for lunch.

The original plan was to eat at Reid's, but sandwiches did not appeal to Mark. Their hot bar wasn't available at 11:30. So we rounded the corner and ate at Brixx. Never been a fan of Brixx, however, I'm really not sure I've actually eaten at Brixx before. I think it's another one of my dislike without really trying it things. Like Starbucks. And yoga. (Two things I swore I would never do. Tried. Then loved.)

Brixx. Not so bad. Whole wheat crust and vegan soy cheese options won me over instantly. And good grief, a salad with pine nuts. Nice. Heath devoured his child's cheese pizza, while Stella decided she wanted to be Grumpy Princess for our visit. She threw fruit. She threw silverware. She threw napkins. She threw her head back and gave a shrieking wail (the Manager stepped over at this point to see how we were enjoying our lunch, possibly checking to see what we were doing to torture the poor, little, innocent, precious girl). And lastly, she threw her body on the floor when we were trying to exit.

Grumpy continued to holler as we boarded the train to head back home. The conductor, as Heath calls him, asked us who has the lungs? He gave us a valuable piece of information about being able to use the trolley with our Lynx tickets. I wondered if he was hoping we would depart the train and go ruin someone else's trolley ride. Of course, I was being silly/paranoid. As soon as the train took off, Stella was lulled back into the sweet, agreeable side of her nature.

She sat like a big girl in her seat for a bit, but then she wanted down to hold onto a rail. Heath made a friend; a fellow three year old named Mason. An exuberant little guy who shared a seat with Heath. The two spent the trip bantering back and forth about tracks and water towers and Batman Jeeps and race cars and train stations.

Thankfully, monster naps were taken. By all of us. I began the day with a smarting left quad. The little jog, quick stretch, and rest this afternoon has completely cured it.

We are FINALLY getting around to watching (500) Days of Summer tonight. When did we pick up that movie? Last Saturday? It's time to watch it and get that bad boy back to the store before we start getting those troublesome phone calls from the Buster.