Rest Time

Last week was a doozy. It felt like 3 weeks packed into one. And then we had Halloween on Thursday night. So by the time Friday rolled around, I was exhausted. And I was hoping the kids were too since Scott was working. 

After picking up Nate from school on Friday and a stop at the playground. I told the kids we were going to take baths early, make our own pizza, and get on the couch and watch a movie. They were game. 

On Saturday morning, I decided to take the kids to the Painted Zebra to paint Christmas ornaments. I know, I know, it's early. But after seeing them last year when we took Nate & Megan for his birthday, I knew I wanted to do it this year. And let's face it, if we don't get it done early, it won't get done in our birthday-holiday season. The kids loved it. And I will love having something to put on our tree to remember this year.

After painting, the kids talked me into going to McDonald's for lunch instead of Chik-fil-A. Against my better judgement. But the one we were going to pass has a huge play place and since it was a little chilly outside, I figured it couldn't hurt to run out some energy.

There were tables inside the play place, so we sat down to eat before playing. I saw a sign (actually 3 signs) that said the kids needed to be wearing socks to play. Lila had on her fuzzy boots, and I didn't think she had socks on. So I asked her. No socks Mom. Then Nate asks why I asked her that. So I told him it was a rule. Which opened up a 15 minute discussion about getting kicked out, Nate sitting out and letting Lila play with his socks on and going to jail for not having socks on at the play place. Oh my worrying child. Wonder where he gets that?

After I convinced them that it would be OK to play without socks, they were off. And even though it was the most disgusting place I think I've ever eaten in, they had a wonderful time. After a bit, I hear "Hey Mom!!!" It's Lila, she's on the 3rd floor of the play area. "THEY DIDN'T KICK US OUT!!!!!!!"

Oh my sweet child. No, they didn't.

Saturday afternoon after rest time, I made peanut butter playdoh for the kids.

They were entertained for quite some time. Score.

And since Saturday night was the time change, I kept them up a little later. It NEVER works for me. Like NEVER. But lo and behold, for the first time EVER since I've had kids, they both slept the whole extra hour. Small miracles, people, small miracles.