Happy Friday Everyone! Hope your weekend forecast is looking better than mine. Guess we'll be headed to the movies!
Oh, and be sure to check out my guest post this week on a great site: At Home with Rebecka
We took the boys on a long camping trip to Moab, Utah last weekend. Moab is about 3 and half hours from our house. About three minutes in to the drive my son asks, “are we here yet?” This continued every 2-3 miles for pretty much the entire trip.
Our campsite had a small sandy “beach” that led up to still river water. As soon as we arrived our 3-year old ripped off all of his clothes and slid down the “beach” butt first. I’m sure you can imagine where the sand went.
I believe I have mentioned before how much I despise grocery store “car” carts. We went to a new store last week where the car portion is on the front so you can’t see what the kids are up too. At one point Jackson got out leaving his 9-month old brother strapped in. As I was walking up to the line and lady runs up screaming to the cart. Apparently Trey had fallen over and was just kind of hanging there. I should really get a mother of the year award.
Jackson started swimming lessons on Monday. I came fully dressed to watch. I was soaking wet 10 minutes into the “lesson” as I continually had to push my screaming child in to the pool. A friend of my husband's happened to be there with his kids and took it upon himself to video my pain and send it to Travis for a good laugh. Guess who'll be taking Jackson to swim lesson's next week?
I read an article this week bashing the likes of Jennifer Anniston and Kate Middleton for “recycling” their outfits. If I had to wear a new outfit everyday to keep from being criticized I’d have to turn my children into Chinese sweat laborers sewing from dusk ‘til dawn. Luckily, I'm able to wear the same pair of jeans three days in a row with not a soul noticing.
After a stressful morning I ordered a Bloody Mary while having lunch with the family. When the waiter dropped it off and Jackson asked what it was I said, “tomato juice.” The waiter walked away in hysterics why I explained that tomato juice is very spicy and therefore not for little boys. He came back to check on us later and asked behind a huge smile, “may I get you another tomato juice?” I just love it when everyone plays along!