Nuggets of Weekendy Goodness

Yesterday, Dannon and I went to this park in St. Pete that we've been frequenting to play a little bit of disc golf while Dannon's mom* watched Orion. We got to what should have been the 18th hole, and any disappointment that we might have had over the 18th hole being removed instantly evaporated when we saw the elevated gazeebo on the water. We climbed up and sat in the shady seabreeze watching the crabs skittering across the wet sand and the anchored sailboats bob in the harbor. My God, this really is all worth it.
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For the past few days, I've become aggressively empathetic over other people's happiness. Yesterday afternoon we drove past the port just as the cruise ship was pulling out. all of the little bitty people were standing around the edge of the ship waving. I started crying. Just imagining how happy all those people were was overwhelming. What a grand adventure they were all leaving on. How many honeymooners were there? Seniors getting to enjoy their retirements together? Kids already eyeballing the pool slide?** It just created a giant psychic cloud of happiness that was impossible to ignore. That kind of thing has been happening to me for three days. It's neat, but WTF?
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In a freak toddler head butt incident, Orion broke my nose for the 3rd (OMG THIRD!) time. Well, he hasn't done it three times. The blame can be shared equally between Dannon***, Ophelia, and now Orion. However, this was first break since the surgery I had to fix the damage from the first two. Thereby rendering the "up my nose with a rubber hose" ordeal completely useless. If I'm not able to breath out of my right nostril within the next couple of days I'll be making another visit to the nice nose surgeon with the sexy accent as soon as the insurance kicks in.
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Orion learned how to eat with a fork. Do you know who knows how to eat with a fork? That's right. People. People eat with a fork. People who are NOT babies. Fuck.

*Who has been awesome in every way, I must report. She and I never had much of a relationship before but between the financial help, babysitting services, and general shoulder-to-cry-onedness she's proven to definitely be on our team. Eff with my mother-in-law and I will cut a bitch.

**It briefly occured to me that there were also people on that ship trying to save failing marriages and travelling with family members they couldn't stand, but that was no fun so I pushed it out of my mind.

***It was an accident, I swear! Please don't call social services.