Hey, you know what's funny? When you leave your kids for the ENTIRE weekend and when you get back the first thing your three year old says is,"Mom, you're gone! I want to go to Bible Hour." And then proceeds to cry when you try to take him away from his grandparent that he just spent the entire weekend with. Because HEAVEN FORBID he be somewhat excited that you are home.

But whatever.

I had a GREAT time on my girls weekend in Canton. Thank you for asking. I think we can all agree that sometimes it's nice to get away sans children.

My ziploc system was not followed very well. But that's ok. I'm not bitter. At all. I'm not obsessing about my husband taking my daughter out in public in a diaper and a 3-6 month size tank top with uncombed hair. I'm not upset at all about that. At all. Not at all. No really. I mean, who cares, right? CERTAINLY NOT ME! (all I can say at this point is thank heavens for my sister in law who I raised properly. she came to the rescue and bathed kendall and did her hair.)

Yesterday was my birthday. Yay! I spent the morning taking the kids to the water park with friends, waiting in line for 20 minutes to get my picture taken for our season pass and then promptly leaving after Cason went way under water and decided he hates swimming. Don't be jealous of my awesome day.

Ok, he was under long enough that I can understand why he was scared but not long enough that I was scared. So now the child that would just jump in without thought last summer will straight up tell you, "I hate swimming. I'm not going back to the pool." Sigh. But we're not giving up. I'm going to enroll him in swim lessons. And we're going back to the pool today. No rest for the weary.