At the beginning of March, RRL and I left our 3 biggests at home (supervised, of course) to have tons of fun going to the science museum, TCBY, and all kinds of other rumpus with two of their favorite adults (THANKS C&H!!!!).
While we headed out on an adventure with baby C, his first time on an airplane.
Bright and early the next morning, we loaded up and drove to our next destination- the sandy gulf beaches.
That's my baby inside a pillowcase. It was unseasonally cold that morning (wind chill at 28 when we started the walk)
BUT WE WERE TOTALLY IN IT FOR THE EXERCISE.
We then proceeded to spend the rest of the weekend doing a whole lot of
WITH my parents, my husband and my sweet baby boy.
It was miserable :)
While we were growing up, my mom used to remind us that a parent's primary job is NOT to be their kids' best friend. And my parents were pretty true to that word- often making hard decisions that wouldn't win them a teen popularity contest. There are few things I'd thank my parents more for. And as a result, at 30 (something-ish-cough), I can honestly say that spending a weekend with my parents is one of my very favorite things. Thanks for an awesome weekend!!!