Best Part is coming to you one day late this week because we went on a little mini-break over Labor Day weekend. More to come on that later this week.
But while you’re waiting – can you guess where we went?
Someone sure was happy about all the water!
What was the best part of your long weekend?
I have to say – I’m having fun viewing life through the “Best Part” lens – so I thought I’d start a Monday tradition of highlighting the best part of the week before.
And this week there was nothing better than watching Daddy race to the finish of the San Francisco Giants Half-Marathon with the Sippy Cup. He reached a personal best time, had all kinds of family there to cheer him on, AND raised money for Project Open Hand in the process.
We are mighty proud of Daddy this week!
More pics to come of Daddy’s photo finish on Wednesday. But here’s a sneak peak of the beaming Daddy. Post race.
A few years back when I was unattached and unencumbered a co-worker was telling me about a daily family ritual. At the end of each day she, her husband and their kid would go around the dinner table and play “Best Part / Worst Part”: a game where they would each tell the best and worst parts of their day. Her kid always loved sharing his favorite thing and his parents loved hearing about the little unexpected moments that really made him smile.
And when it came to the worst part he almost always had the same answer: “There was no worst part.”
I loved that story. And even at the time, in my “oh my god i’m not having kids for like a bajillion years” state of mind I remember thinking “I want to do that with my kids one day.”
While Fiona is still a little young to get the point of the game just yet (I guess we should work on talking first) I thought I’d get the ball rolling and start playing for all of us.
So… this weekend’s Best Part: the Run ‘n Hug. It goes a little something like this:
1. I crouch down, open my arms and say “Come to Mama.”
2. Fiona gets a huge smile on her face and starts accelerating over to me like only a toddler can.
3. She throws herself into my arms, buries her face into my chest and gives me a big fat hug.
Yes ma’am. Best Part indeed.
But since this is a little hard to capture in pics here’s a little snippet of Second Best Part: throwing ball for The Pup with accompanying baby giggles by The Sippy Cup.
And since I know you’re bound to ask:
There was no worst part.