On Wednesday of Spring Break we went to our church (Bent Tree Bible Fellowship) for Kid's Village story time. This is really cool. It is open to the public not just church members or even church goers, anyone. It is similar to the toddler story time at the library except it is only offered every other Wednesday at 10:30 a.m. They read about 3 books and play a game then head across the hall to the indoor play area. Let me know if you want go with us some time.
Next we headed to a park in Castle Hills known as the "tunnels park" with the Whittles and Rainey's. The kids had fun running around while the moms got to chat. The kids really want to go back to that park.
Afterwards I took the kids to my friend, Dedra's, house. She was kind enough to offer to watch them for me while I enjoyed a lovely time at the hair salon getting a cut and color in peace and quiet. I can't even tell you how cleaned up and refreshed I felt. And she is a saint for taking them for so long. I was gone 3 1/2 hours while she was home with her baby, her older 2 and my 2. God bless her. I owe her.
That evening after we went to dinner with my parents our neighbor came by and the girls decided to play beauty salon. They even painted my dad's and Rhett's thumb nail.
On Thursday morning we met 2 of my friends from high school, Jennifer W. and Jennifer P., and their kids at Arbor Hills Nature Preserve in Plano to play and chat. I always wish we had more time to talk without the kids, but it's a season I guess. We will eventually.
Charlie and Rhett having a little talk.
We went back home for lunch then out to our park close to our house, Cedar Elm Park, to meet Cecilie and her kids. I always enjoy my talks with Cecilie mostly because she is as crazy as I am and it's nice to not be alone. And our kids all like to play together. Kellyn really just wanted to hold baby Scout again. And she is pretty cute and sweet.
Max got off work early and came by the park to see what we were up to. He decided to take Rhett to get their hair cut. He texted me a few minutes after they left, "He is asleep. What are you doing to these kids? You're a Spring Break gerbil." I thought that was funny. Poor little guy. He was getting kind of tired and cranky and needed to rest before his first blast ball practice that night.
So then here comes the crazy part. I was getting a slight stomach ache nearing the end of our visit at the park plus we need to get back to get ready to leave for Rhett's first practice so we left about 4:30. When I got back to the house I laid on the couch with a stomach ache. I thought maybe I was hungry or hadn't drank enough water. At 5:15 we left our house. At 5:30 Rhett and Max were on the field and Kellyn and I were meeting the other moms at watching practice. At 5:45 I had to leave quickly and find a tall bush. That's right I'm the mom that threw up at her son's first blast ball practice minutes after meeting all the moms for the first time. I'm sure they thought I was so rude just leaving like that without saying a word. I was so embarrassed and jut prayed no one saw me. Kellyn and I waited in the car until 6:15 when the practice was over. On the way home I yelled at Max to pull over immediately anywhere I was going to be sick again. Yep, I threw up in front of the Jehovah Witness church. I didn't realize this until Max told me later. I don't care much for them. They came to my door nearly every week during nap for 1 year and woke both of my children up! This was pay back, on accident. I was sick. Boo we were supposed go see Max's grandparents the next day, Friday. Well, that wasn't happening. I got sick one more time around 10:00 then had a fever all night, but by morning it was all over. I mean the sickness was gone, but my energy and appetite were zapped. I sent the kids to my parent's house while I rested all day. By the time they came home that night I was much better. My dad thinks I had the norwalk virus. It only last 12 hours. But man I was fine one minute then not the next. Not much warning. And so far no one else has caught it.
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