Saturday found us in Columbia, enjoying the children's museum followed by lunch at the Carolina Ale House. The kids were fun, the arguing was at a minimum and it was so nice to be together as a family after Jeff's crazy week at work. Side note: Wyatt ate twelve mini corndogs at lunch. Twelve! It was two kids' meals, because he finished the first batch and announced he was still really hungry. So we ordered another one and watched with amazement as he polished it off. Miraculously, he didn't make himself sick and still managed to eat a little dinner last night! The kids capped off their night by having their first successful sibling sleepover. Wyatt slept on his top bunk, Natalie on the bottom. It took them a little bit to settle down (at one point, I had to go in and remove Natalie from the top bunk) but they did it. I think they both enjoyed a really early start to their day. I was awakened by a Natalie shriek at 6:00 this morning and went in to find two delighted young people eager to show me their trio block creations. I
Natalie told me last night at bedtime that she would go to the kids' room today at church without "frying" (a.k.a. crying) and maintained that story until we actually arrived at the kids' room this morning, at which point she started to flip out. So this was another Sunday that Natalie sat with us during church, which is really just another opportunity for me to cuddle my baby girl. No complaints! Wyatt provided our comic relief of the morning when, on our way to church, he asked me why I wasn't dressed like everyone else. When pressed for clarification, he basically insinuated that I wasn't dressed up enough for church. When he realized he was just maybe treading in dangerous territory, he started backpedaling so fast it made our heads spin. Something about it all was just hilarious. Not to be outdone in the funny category, Natalie finished the day strong. I was doing dinner dishes while Jeff was getting the kids in the bath and all of a sudden, there was a naked, crying Natalie standing at the sink with me. I'm not quite sure what started the crying, but I know how it ended: all of a sudden, mid-cry, she rubbed her arm with the opposite hand and said, "I'm really soft!" When I agreed, she started laughing and let me chase her all the way to the tub.
So that's how this one went down. We're all ready for another week ahead, already looking forward to another family weekend starting in five days.