Over Memorial Day weekend, we . . .

 ate lots of strawberries . . .

 brought breakfast and 10 loads of laundry to the laundromat . . .

 made our first angel food cake together . . .

 slept in and shopped for baby . . .

 discovered some cheek-pinching worthy photos of Ryan at Grandma B's house . . .

 spent a beautiful afternoon at the zoo with the Schapekahms where. . .

 "Uncle Wyan" got lots of love and attention . . .

 I leaned on lots of railings (my feet) . . . 

 Henry and Oliver peeked at all the animals with very important sight-seeing equipment . . .

and poor little Henry missed the last carousel ride by literally 24 seconds. (Do you see that face? He was  so. sad.)

Not pictured: the massive amounts of foot rubs I received from Ryan. 

So, though it's possible that I woke up this morning even more tired than I did before the long weekend began, I'm marking this weekend down as quite successful.