My dad's and my nephews birthday were last week, so I made the trip to Gunny to celebrate. And what a weekend it was. No sleep, wet child, throw up and oh so much more. Here's the rundown.
Friday: No school, get up in the morning, apologize to my family again for being a jerk the night before (thanks for those of you that gave support) packed, and was out the door for the more than 3 hour long trip. I had to stop in Spanish Fork to pick up some pics that's why the normally 2 hour trip turned into 3. When we got to grandma's, grandpa had made us some lunch, and cousin Keaton and Boston came to visit. That was a challenge to get two babies to stay away from the stairs. A couple of kids got hit by other kids and there were tears shed. But all was going okay, then around 5:30 the house became a house of kaos. Four more children arrived as well as my sister, too many people in such a small house, but Cait and Evan and Tim were happy, because now
I quit, if you want to know about my weekend you'll just have to not, I just erased all but the portion you see and I am not going to retype it. I'll only fill in the details. Cait threw up Saturday night at Uncle Kens and I had to go pick her up in Manti at midnight, Cora drank so much she was constantly wet, Cora climbed in the garbage can, she ate cat food, I had to write a letter for my dad and I got my hair trimmed. There, you would have had a much better story, but STUPID COMPUTER is all I can say.
4 comments:
nice story!
January is the worst month of the entire year and it lasts FOREVER.
Stacee, we need a vacation! Wanna meet on a beach in the Bahamas and forget that snow and sick kids and computers even exist? It's looking more and more tempting every day.
I'm game, when are we going?
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