Sunday

Sunday was our relaxing fun day. We started with a cinnamon roll breakfast. Then the kids played in the backyard while Erin and I cleaned up. Then we loaded the boys into the double Bob and with Beth on her bike, we began our morning nature trail walk. As we walked we looked for creatures that God made and thanked him for each one. We saw a cat, five squirrels and according to Beth she counted 100 birds. She might have, but her counting went something like: 1,2,3...17,88,100.

We stopped at the rec center and played for awhile then came back home and had lunch. The boys went easily down for a nap and slept two hours! It was delightful! Beth and I hung out on the couch watching "cat in a hat movie", while Erin cleaned, worked out and showered.

Our plan was to have date night once the boys woke up from their naps. We had it all planned out. They would be well rested and in a good mood. Surely, they would be little angels at Mastories. Right?....wrong!!

It was an utter disaster. I have no idea what the problem was but to start off I carried Wyatt through the parking lot like a sack of potatoes thrown over my shoulder so he couldn't kick me in the stomach. I let he climb the stairs and he finally got himself under control. But, once in the lobby he was running around and bumping into every elderly person in sight. I thought someone was going to end up with a broken hip. I lasso him again as we follow the waitress to our table, kicking and screaming once again. But no big deal, the waitress sat us in the very back with just one other family in sight. Sorry to those poor folks! I strapped Wyatt down and told him he had to stay in he's seat. The waiter then came over and started filling our water cups. Wyatt excitedly started yelling "ICE ICE". I got him a few pieces of ice for his coffee cup which he then proclaimed to the whole world "HOT HOT COFFEE". Just a moment later the waiter placed the menus on the table and Wyatt shouted to him "YOU'RE WELCOME!!" Pretty much from there it was down hill. He only was happy with ice to eat and a knife in his hand. He could have cared less about the cinnamon bread. He did enjoy two pieces of "HUMMY BREAD" and once dinner was served he had some ham and pineapple. But, he was "ALL DONE" several time and only became more upset with me each time I refused to get him out of the highchair.

And just so you don't think W was the only kid loosing it. Luke throw a whole chicken breast on the floor, screamed over not having the steak knife, and repeated put a butter knife in his ear.

Beth was amazingly good. She did spill a whole cup of water but compared to what else was going on neither Erin or I cared! My favorite quote was from Erin, "Beth get that chicken off the floor then get out from underneath the table". I about spit out my tea!!!!

Oh what memories! Sorry, D that you missed the whole event :)

On the way home, I took away a giant cookie from W he lost it again. Couldn't help but take his picture. Ten minutes into the ride home he still was asking for "COOKIE!!!!!" haha.