Last night we had our annual cookout/ get-together/ s'mores fest/ fire pit/ hayride/ horse viewing/ dog petting event at the Brands'. The kids were indescribably excited to see their friends since we haven't been to our church in about a month. Juliana and her best-church-friend, Alexandra did the eleven year old squeal. It's the same squeal you do at 39, just different in volume, intensity and pitch. And to be sure, I was pretty excited to see some of my friends as well.
Holt did not stop running from the moment we got there until I dragged him to the car, other than to stop long enough to scarf down a dog and a s'more and to sit next to his good buddy, Samuel on the hayride. At one point when he was hiding in a tree, I coerced him into a quick picture, which was followed by a look, a sigh, and a "Mooooooooom, I'm playing." His pants will never be the same.
Carolina chased dogs the whole time. That's what she does. She also asked anyone who looked remotely receptive (other than me... what's with that?) if they would hold her. I'm sure people think we must completely ignore her at home.
We were there for four hours. Four. And it was the best time we've had in ages.
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