Weekends are what make the single parenting gig hard when K's out of town. Not that morning prep and drop and afternoon pickup, feed and bedtime are a piece of cake, but there is something relentless in being the sole, undistracted point of contact for the baby for an entire 48 hour period.

My sister is going to swing by and relieve me for a few hours tomorrow afternoon, which will be a super break, but today Reid and I had a pretty good time.

The morning started, as you can see, with some fun playtime in our fancy pajamas. It's impossible to tell because he is so prone to running around nonstop (a real obstacle to successfully identifying a new Reid Picture of the Day every day), but his pajamas are football-styled, decorated with players and numbers and whatnot. Unfortunately, Reid's display of team spirit did not help the Crimson Tide in today's outing. Let's not speak of this again.

After a nap, Reid decided it was time to go out. It's easy to get cabin fever sitting around in four rooms all day long. But when I say Reid decided, I mean he actually grabbed his baby bag off the table and dragged it to the front door of the our house and grappled for the doorknob. He was ready to go.

After swinging by a friend's house, we headed over to Old Town Alexandria. Well, we discussed what we would have for lunch, but a previously unknown street fair threw a wrench into our plans. Reid began to lose patience with yours truly as I drove around Alexandria looking for food. We finally arrived at a delicious barbecue restaurant where Reid taught my pulled pork sandwich a thing or two about toddler hunger. His stomach full, Reid was a perfect angel as we strolled around Alexandria, dodging the ubiquitous pan-flute band and window shopping. Reid even did some sidewalk maneuvering of his own stroller, though he wasn't able to see where he was going.