The need a leotard and a Jane Fonda tape Edition

It has been quite the weekend. There have been times of rest, saddness and joy.

Zoe loved the Fourth of July. Although she really didn't know it wasn't a typical day, but she loves any day she can play. She even left her hair up long enough for me to take a picture. The Fourth was good to mommy too!

I tend to gauge my days based up on Zoe's hair appreciation. The girl still has baby fine hair, but with enough curl to make her look like a regular on Sanford and Son. Forget any hope after a nap.

The other good news was that we had a play date. My friend Heather and I took our daughters to the park. Zoe has never been to the park, so this was a real test to see how well she did.

I'm proud to report she didn't eat anything off the playground and she didn't run away from me. Both reasons we may try the park again.

Once my hips heal.

Those slides are not meant for anyone over 4. Thankfully Heather didn't have a camera to turn into one of those video shows. Trying to wiggle my way into the little hut on top of the slide, with one leg down the slide, one leg on the stairs and Zoe sitting in the middle waiting patiently for her mother to stop doing the splits long enough to go down the slide was probably a great show.

You know you're in real trouble when your hip cramps and you've still got to maneuver you and the kid to the edge of the slide. Then you have to go down the slide, which isn't made for people with legs longer than two feet.

Or hips wide enough to not shop in the junior's department.

And it provided enough static electricity to light the entire Pacific Northwest. I looked like the bride of Frankenstein with a bum hip.

While I was doing my weekly Richard Simmons on the slide, N went for a ride with Heather's husband Tim. It's nice to have friends that N can hang with, as well as, Zoe and me.

Then it was home to rest.