Greg has been gone for the past THREE weeks at flight school and we (I) have been going a bit crazy on the homefront. BUT he is coming home tonight...PTL! So I made a little list in celebration...
Reasons to know it's time for Daddy to come home...
1. I went to brush my teeth and found a few of my decorative rocks stuck down in the drain. But I wasn't mad or surprised, quite impressed at how creative they are getting in their sinful little natures that have taken over in leaps in bounds in the past three weeks.
2. When a boy is in trouble, in order to save time and energy, I just yell out both names because chances are high that the other one is up to no good too.
3. Pulic meltdowns and full-blown tantrums are no longer embarrassing and mortifiying...it is more the way of life, natural...normal.
4. All free time consists of sleep...or at least thinking of it.
5. I've broken 2 wooden spoons. Enough said.
6. I'm thinking of signing up for a single mom's group.
Just kidding, sweetie:)
Can't wait to see ya honey!
orrie and I got to get away and go watch a movie. Saturday morning we got up and headed to an outlet mall that had a train running around all of the stores. This place was built for my children. We loaded all the boys up in a wagon and Phil pulled them all around for us. We kept laughing because we looked like a mormon family. A man with his two wives and a bunch of kids....we were quite the sight. The rest of the day we took it easy and just enjoyed our time together. Sunday morning we got up and headed back on the road for our 4 1/2 hour drive back home. It was a lot of work, but well worth it!
The train ride was great. It lasted about 15 minutes and the track was about 2 miles long. We freaked out at first because we had been pumping up the boys all morning about this train ride and then we got there and it was broken down. Us adults were like, "NO! What will it take to get this train running...money is no object." BUT thankfully it started working about a half hour later. Pretty sweet train!
