Yesterday we picked up Grandma and went to the beach. We spent a glorious few hours soaking up the sun, playing Monkey in the Middle in the water, doing cartwheels and summersaults down the huge sand pile and failing miserably at building a sand castle worthy of any respect. It was great!
Then after piano lessons and dinner followed by more snow cones I tucked my minions into their tent for a second night of backyard camping.
This kid was bouncing off the walls but some how I finally got him settled down and ready to sleep.
His sister was equally as squirrely so I issued a few threats about noise and getting out from under their covers and marching them up to their own beds which eventually got their attention.
With their lovies by their side they snuggled in.
I kissed their faces and made a hasty exit, admiring the full moon above their tent, into the house and upstairs to my comfy bed where I slept peacefully and uninterrupted all night long! I think their busy day at the beach must have worn them out since no one woke up with nightmares… at least none that I’m aware of, and that’s a win in my book!
Now it’s time to intervene and stop the arguing I hear outside as I type this. The kids are suppose to be cleaning out all their gear from the tent so we can put it away but this seems to be a herculean task for some reason… probably since they’re 4 and 6 year old punks.
Happy Friday, friends!