Mother's Day Weekend

Friday.

Mother's Day weekend started off with Brian in a meeting and the boys and I left fending for ourselves for dinner. I don't cook. I can cook. But. I don't. I figured it was Friday night, so let's party it up. We picked up pizza and the boys said, "We want to eat outside..." I quickly vetoed the let's eat in the parking lot idea as they vetoed the picnic table in the backyard idea. Finally, we agreed upon a picnic in the park.

We went.

We played.

 We blew bubbles.

 After a while I convinced them to settle down enough for dinner. Yummy. Cold $5 pizza. Can't beat that. Kaden likes to eat his backwards. Myles likes to be a copy cat. 

Friday night ended with cuddles. 

Saturday.

Finley tried veggies for the first time on Saturday. He didn't love them.

The boys took me out for my Mother's Day lunch. As part of their present they were only mildly naughty at the restaurant. After lunch we went to the library. That ended with a meltdown. I think the library is my favorite place for a meltdown. You can really garner lots of nasty looks all at once there. 

Saturday night ended with cuddles.

Sunday.

My Sunday morning wakeup call (Well. Besides Brian coming in saying I needed to get up because Finley had poop-exploded all out of his diaper and I needed to watch him in the tub so Brian could wash the poop off of his person...) was Kaden and Myles saying, "Mommy! Mommy! We made you a Valentine's present!" "We made a necklace!" "We made you this!" (holds out gift bag) "Mommy! Open it! It's a necklace!"

They obviously didn't make the necklace. I did. However. Get my fair share of homemade presents. (1 point for daycare) 

I purposely decided to stay in ALL day Sunday. We had a gianormous pajama party all day. I figured if we don't go into public they can't have tantrums in public. 

We built train tracks instead

Myles prefers destroying over building any day. Which is why he sent the dinosaur to attack at the station. 

It was too nice out to stay inside all day. So. We took a walk to the gas station to get a Redbox. 

This is what happens when two year-olds dress themselves. 

Family walks promote healthy families. Right up until... We buy a wagon full of junk for the trip back.