This post should be called, "My Kids Can't Take Pictures," because as you'll see, we were on the struggle bus this weekend in the photo department.
On Friday night, Eric's family came into town. Eric, Colby, Ronnie, and Chad were playing in a golf scramble, so they rented a hotel room next to the course. Dixie and I stayed at home with the kids, so everyone could sleep.
On Saturday morning we had a quick breakfast and then went to town to do a little shopping. The kids were turds. I mean they wore. us. out! We thought that lunch would turn the tide, but no such luck.
We ended up coming home to let them burn off some energy. After everyone left, we watched the Louisville game, and Eric fixed us fried rice and chicken. The kids wanted to have Family Movie Night, but I was skeptical given their earlier behavior. To my surprise, it was a pleasant experience, and the movie "Home" was adorable.
This morning was church, and as per usual, there were meltdowns. Why does it always happen on Sunday? Can someone please fill me on this great mystery. I mean for five days straight, we are up, dressed, and out the door by 7:10 with nothing but smiles. Come Sunday, we are running around like chickens with our heads cut off with someone crying, and rushing to the car at 10:10 hoping to make it to the 10:30 service.
Dixie blessed us by leaving a frozen (homemade) lasagna, so we tore into that for lunch. We attempted naps, but the kids caught on and woke us up. They're super nice like that. I decided to run to the grocery with Ellie, but Eli decided to join us at the last minute. It was as stressful as it sounds.
It was a great weekend, even if we didn't get any decent pictures to prove it.
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