spring breakers.

The week leading up to Spring Break I asked Hads what she wanted to do...

she had quite a few ideas.

To say the least.

The zoo, a movie, the Children's Museum, Jump Planet, a picnic, watching cartoons, going out to breakfast, and lunch, and dinner, eating tater tots with every meal...the suggestions were endless.

She pretty much wanted to do anything that did not involve running errands and everything that did involve spending money.  

Gal after my own heart.

So we plotted them on the calendar, and she was giddy with anticipation awaiting the upcoming week.

Ryan was out of town all week so I pledged to her (since we weren't going anywhere), that this would be the BEST Spring Break EVER.

MONDAY.

Monday was so promising.

We did everything we planned.

I went for a run early so the kids could skip the gym, eat whatever they wanted for breakfast, and watch extra cartoons.

We took Frank for a walk (this NEVER happens, unless Ryan is involved).

Went to a movie.

And had tater tots for dinner.

Slam dunk.

Day 1 a success.

TUESDAY.

We went to swimming.

The kids did awesome.

I proposed to their teacher.

(I absolutely adore her...more on that later).

And then we headed to the zoo to meet Auntie Val and the kids.

But in route, Pukey McPukerson, the King of Bulemia, Wreck-it Ralph...well...he ralphed.  

All over himself and the back seat and, thus thwarted our zoo plans.

We turned the car around, both kids were in tears, and cried the entire way home.

Then we went to gymnastics, after much needed naps.

Day 2 was a bust.

WEDNESDAY.

I went to work.

(and did a little jig).

And Hads had a sleepover with Lo.

THURSDAY.

Swimming again.

And a lunch date with four adults and seven childreen.

Terrible ratio.

FRIDAY.

Work.

Again.

Saturday, I told Hads I was sorry her Spring Break was so lame.

She said, "Next year lets go to Hawaii...and bring Lauren...and leave Carson."

I like the way you think kid.

it's hard work.

Pick up food.

Put in mouth.

Chew.

Swallow.

Breathe.

Repeat.

the wolf.

We did it.

We survived this place.

We survived it with every other human being in the Washington area.

It was (wolf) packed.

(couldn't resist)

I mean wall to wall people.

The type of people that wear 'Sponge Bob Sqaure Pants in santa hats' pajama bottoms...to dinner.

(if you catch my drift)

An eclectic group to say the least.

But OUR kids LOVED it.

And after cleaning up Carson's puke, a pep talk from Ry, and two beers in my system...

I loved it too.

Thanks Nana and Pa.

For a fantastic memory.

And a few years off of my life.

rain rain go away.

There's only one family in the world that get me to go look at the 'Tulips'.

In the rain.
In the POURING rain.

And this is that family.

The Johnstons' in Anacortes.

The Bloody Mary's, the delicious breakfast, the fabulous company, the sleeping bag rides down their stairs, the endless laughter, and the over-stayed welcome didn't hurt either.

Hopefully we will see them again before we see the 'Tulips' again...which will be never.

So chances are good.
Because this little family of four is too good to be true.