What's more fun than going to the carnival with your husband?
Going to the carnival the night your husband has a final with 5 kids, the youngest of which is 3mo and won't go to sleep w/o nursing. Yeah. That's gonna happen in the middle of a carnival. Oh, and by the way, the bottle is in the diaper bag hanging off the jogger that you left at a neighbor's house a block and a half away. Did I mention Fred was at school?
Actually, it wasn't terrible, once I sent Art back for the diaper bag with the bottle (boy am I glad he's old enough to trust for little errands like that). I almost got grouchy for the 10 minutes we stood in line with the screamer, but both before and after that 10 minutes, it was kinda fun. The boys went on the Starship (Gravitron in my day) and then went together (without me, kinda scary) to the funhouse while I took Dot to the cars that go around and around and around and around and around and... sorry. Anyways, we missed Fred, but atleast I'm smiling.
For the minute atleast. The boys are supposed to be cleaning their pigsty but there was just a thump and some screaming. I love bedtime.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Carnival
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You are so brave to venture to the carnival with all the kiddos! And isn't it great to have older kids to help you out sometimes.
Oh the carnival! Its great that Carson is old enough to help you out, though. The boys cleaning their room reminds me of when I was a kid...
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