I guess he had decided he had had enough. He was out the rest of the game. Next up, Mexican food. I was feeling the need for a margarita.
Saturday we hit the donut shop. I proceed to eat 6 sausage rolls throughout the day even though they are not on my "diet." We go to the boys baseball games and it is a beautiful day. We then head to the Foodtruck Festival out at the Ballpark. Can you say YUM??? Well, I was super excited to take the boys. I could not wait to try some delicious food.
We arrive and it is kind of crowded but that is to be expected on a Saturday night. There are bounce houses, face painting and balloon animals along with all the food. We decide on Doughboy Pizza truck and it looks awesome. So awesome that everyone else thinks it looks awesome and we have to wait in a monster line :(
Monster line + Open Space + Brothers = HORSING AROUND until it drove me CRAZY!!!
I kept getting after them and threatened to leave (they called my bluff). Lady behind me said "I would have given up and gone already." Um, is that compliment that I am patient or is that saying my kids are bad little boys? I could not tell so I take it as a compliment.
Get up to the front of the line and the truck has the famous picture of Farrah on it eating their pizza. It is emblazoned on shirts and Sam wants one. I am not sure if his almost 9 year old self just wants a t-shirt or if he wants Farrah. I think it was the t-shirt because once I explained how it was not appropriate to wear to school he lost interest.
Jump to eating the pizza, jumping in bounce houses and getting snow cones. It was fun in the end, at least I think it was looking back on it but in the thick middle I am not so sure I would say it was fun.
Sunday morning, we head out to breakfast. Denny's here we come. Only because IHOP had a line and I was not waiting at 9:30 in the morning for IHOP. Denny's was just a good, even better because they had little choc chip pancakes the kids loved. I could make them at home for nothing but ambience is not the same.
Anyway, they do not act accordingly and in fact are really getting on my nerves and embarrassing me with their non-listening-non-following-directions skills that they are displaying to the public. We get home and they play all morning on and off with LEGOS. They swim, they play in the yard and come back to LEGOS. At this point we have argued about LEGOS for about 2 hours and mommy is done.
Hayes, poor Hayes, comes in at the wrong moment to complain yet again about the LEGOS and Ben and Sam. I said "Do you know what I think about the LEGOS?" I walked out to where they were and I picked up the building and said "This is what I think" and proceeded to throw them onto the ground where they smashed into a million pieces. Yes, I did it. I had a temper tantrum of large proportions (I would not say gargantuan but fairly large).
Hayes runs away crying because evidently he had built the house I broke. He said "I worked hard on that for hours and what was it for? Nothing!" Poor guy. I laughed because he was cute and I knew I over reacted and apologized for my tantrum.
Sweet Sam (and I can't always say that) came up the stairs with the house rebuilt. He did it amazingly fast. Hayes was then happy and I was happy because daddy would be home that night. Phew!
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| Saturday Baseball |
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| Hayes at Catcher |
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| Foodtruck Festival |
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| Farrah Shirt |
