The Bestest Weekend Ever

November 6, 2009 at 11:04 pm 7 comments


As if Halloween the day before wasn’t enough of a treat, Reagan and I had a mommy-daughter day out last Sunday. We headed to Denver City park to soak up the sunshine and 60º temps after three days of snow had finally blown through and left a beautiful, white, sparkly blanket behind. There were snowballs and snow-angels still to be made! Reagan enjoyed building a mini-snowman as much as the usual playground fare of swings and slides. She innocently ran after squirrels, trying to share her Goldfish crackers with them and sending them darting up trees like quicksilver. Eventually she gained their trust and they gobbled up the brightly-colored fishies to Reagan’s delight.

There was a Farmer’s Market going on at the park and we caught up with it just before they started breaking down for the afternoon. Reagan had her first corn tamale and we brought home an organic pecan pie. Has to be the best pecan pie I’ve ever tasted!

Across the street from the park is the Tattered Cover bookstore where we ended our afternoon. Reagan immediately demanded to know where the Dora and SpongeBob books were. Clearly, she has great taste in authors. We eventually found the Dora books, after playing with blocks and hand puppets in the winsome kid’s theater under a brightly painted sky. I don’t think Reagan even noticed that SpongeBob hadn’t contributed much in the literary department. She had such a great time she has asked me several times since when we were going back to the “storebook.”

We took a leisurely stroll back to the car, hand-in-hand, crunching brown, red and yellow leaves under our feet and sad that our day had to come to an end. At home, Reagan would not let go of me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes. They beamed brightly as she said to me, “Mommy, my best friend.” And my heart melted. Yep. It was the bestest weekend ever.

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7 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Amber's Crazy Bloggin' Canuck  |  November 7, 2009 at 12:14 pm

    Ohhhhh, so fun. The sad thing is she probably won’t remember it but that’s what your blog is for, right? And here’s to many more mother-daughter outings in your future!

    • 2. Mama Bird  |  November 7, 2009 at 4:58 pm

      For her, AND ME! My memory is no better!

  • 3. Mary-Frances Main  |  November 7, 2009 at 7:41 pm

    Awww, that’s adorable! Don’t those moments make all the icky ones totally WORTHWHILE?
    It was great to meet you the other night!

    • 4. Mama Bird  |  November 9, 2009 at 2:26 pm

      What icky moments? Those *never* happen at our house. 😉

  • 5. Lori in Denver  |  November 7, 2009 at 11:36 pm

    The ending is so wonderful.

    Sounds like a series of perfect moments. I hope you’ll add you link tomorrow night (or on Monday) when Perfect Moment Monday goes up.

  • 6. bestlight  |  November 9, 2009 at 2:23 pm

    Yay! You’re in Perfect Moments, sharing yours!


    • 7. Mama Bird  |  November 9, 2009 at 2:25 pm

      Exciting, isn’t it? Been meaning to link up forever, now I am! Yay!


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