This week Andy and I are giving ourselves the gift of VBS. Oh yes we are.
Rory and Ryder are going to be going to VBS down the street from us at a wonderful church where we know lots of people and they are loved.
So we are free to have date nights, go grocery shopping alone…. OH THE POSSIBILITIES…. from 6-8 four nights in a row.
As an added bonus, this is our anniversary week and we won’t even have to hire a babysitter for our anniversary date! Holla!
The girls talked the one mile home NONSTOP afterwards last night and when we got in the house they were so worn out but talked about how much fun they had until they fell asleep.
AND THEN both girls slept all night and THOSE HEIFERS HAD TO BE WOKEN UP AT 7:15. This would never happen on a Saturday morning, by the way.
I’m not sure if this happens to y’all, but seriously EVERY SINGLE TIME we go out to eat alone we end up right next to the child with ALL THE LUNGS.
Tonight was even worse because the second we sat down a grandmother and her grandson (?) came in. And he immediately started this LOUD DOESN’T EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE IT fake cry. I almost videoed in because it was so horrendous but the grandmother kept making crazy eyes at me the entire time.
I felt bad for her but seriously…. whew.
It was still a fun few hours with my main squeeze.
Oh yeah. I’m obviously feeling romantic when I get cheesy like that.
The girls have also started a new school this past week and so far they absolutely love it! They have been so excited to go in the mornings and the teachers have been wonderful to them making them feel special and loved on.
I’ve been really worried about the transition for them and been praying it would go really well and am so thankful it has. That is a weight off my shoulders for sure!
So, as we know, Ryder is a funny little thing. She says the craziest things.
We have had the following conversation 23092323 times the last week or so-
Ryder: Mom, do you know me?
Me: Of course I know you, baby.
Ryder: I don’t know you, Mom. I don’t even know you.
And then she walks away.
WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN?!!!!! She seems so depressed when she says it too. Gah. Giving me a complex, sister!
By the way, I want to reply to her, “Child. Please. You so know me. You are my child who is attached to my hip and has to be convinced to walk away from me. You are my child that makes me feel like complete crap everytime I leave you anywhere. So seriously, you totally know me.”
But mom… I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU.