Every Saturday morning I wake up and lay in bed, playing a little slide-show in my head about what I hope the weekend looks like. There's little birdies chirping and there's pretty colors and smiling faces. *cut to the noise of the scratching record* Instead the reality is poop in the pool and our first projectile vomiting.
Our Saturday morning started out with bug playing on the couch and watching cartoons with Daddy, while I slaved in the kitchen. We had sausage and eggs mixed up and melted with shredded cheese...mmmmmmmm.
Sunday morning came, Father's Day! French Toast for breakfast...yum! We headed up to hubs mom and dads house to spend time with his brother and their three little ones...all under the age of four. We went to Home-Depot and bought Daddy a new grill for his gift. Now I can try lots of new creations on a new grill, I'm so excited. Now I just have to learn how to turn it on without blowing myself up, I don't know WHY but that always freaks me out!
After buying the grill we returned back to the in-laws because bug had not napped at all that day, and it was 3:30. He us usually on his second or third nap by this time, but he was in a good mood! After a nice two hour nap with momma, it was time to play with the screamies...that's what we call the cousins. All of the kids were dressed so nicely that I said, "HEY! We need to get a group shot of them all." So here's the beautiful bench in the back yard by the coy pond where this event took place. It was not a disaster, as one might expect getting four kids to look at the camera at the same time might be. This never happened, they all looked every which way and tried to crawl over top of the bench. I'm sure you'd rather see a picture of the four lovelies and not just a picture of the bench, but that's for a whole other post, why I can't post their faces on this blog. Oiy.....