Saturday in the Slope

It was the first nice weekend day of the year, and Asher and I hit the road in search of the Prospect Park waterfall to celebrate. On the way, we picked up his friend Charlie, and the three of us "hiked" about 3/4 of a mile into the park and towards our stated goal where we threw sticks in the water and talked about why woodpeckers were probably sleeping in their tree homes ("Because it's winter?" Umm, yeah, that and it's still fucking 9 o'clock in the morning on a Saturday)

Afterwards, we hooked up with Charlie's parents, his baby sister, Sarah and Leah, and lounged around a bit before heading home.

Post-nap, Sarah, Leah and I followed Asher on his tricycle up to the new frozen yogurt store on the corner, stopped by the Brooklyn Conservatory fish pond (where Asher taunted the fish and I picked up tickets to the 3/29 Roy Hargrove show), and then found our way to the playground where we ran into, well, everyone.

Back home... leftover chicken for dinner. Baths, Frog and Toad for Asher, a colors book for Leah, and then bedtime for the kids. Now, I'm drinking scotch and forcing my way through intellectually deadening schoolwork.

Oh... Asher was the "Shabbos Aba" at school on Friday. That meant Sarah and Leah got to come for the Shabbos celebration. Asher had to wear a kepah and a tie, and once again, I ask myself, what the hell kind of place is this pre-school?!?!