Recovering is Hard to Do

Is it a sign of old age when you need a week to recuperate from your weekend?
Or is it a sign of a good time?

I didn't "see ya'll on Monday" or participate in "Ten on Tuesday." I'm lame like that.

The big city of Atlanta was a hoot of a good time. So much of a hoot that it's Wednesday already. Almost a week since the good time.

We traveled on last Thursday afternoon in hopes of making it there for dinner and before Noah went to bed. So we had to snack on the road.



Nothing but the finest for me.

We did make it by dinner and before bedtime.

At approximately 7:45 pm on Thursday night, the boy and his cousin began the wild rumpus that was their weekend.

Laughing, screaming, laughing at nothing, yelling, running, more laughing at absolutely nothing, more running, spitting, getting in trouble for spitting, laughing at spitting, and then a little more laughing.
And that was just Thursday night before bed.

I promised pictures and stories of the good times, and I have SO much to share...

It's gonna take a few days.

We'll start nice and slow and sweet...

The boy taught his little cousin how to make "soup" in the yard. From sand and leaves and Lord only knows what else. We wanted to make sure my brother and sis-in-law knew how to dial Poison Control before he's 3. We did.




There was a dress rehearsal egg hunt to get us all prepped and ready for the big day. They hid, and I had to find. Sadly, there's no candy involved in rehearsal.




There was plenty of lounging around and snuggling, too. Personally my favorite thing to do with my two favorite boys.



Rest assured, it gets much more interesting. There are even giraffes and singing gorillas involved. You have at least 3 more days of our family's stories to look forward to. Try and contain the excitement.