This morning, the kids and I saw a squirrel doing yoga.  I kid you not.  It would probably be one of those situations where I tell someone that I saw a squirrel doing downward dog and they’d slowly back away and call for help, but I got photographic proof.  The pictures are grainy, but you can get the idea of what was going on. The kids thought it was absolutely hilarious.  Taylor spent a few minutes cracking herself up and trying to figure out where the squirrel’s head was.  So, that’s that.

The morning only continued to get more entertaining from there.  Since we walked out of the house with the intent to go to the park yesterday and the skies opened up, I promised the kids a park day today.  They were super sluggish this morning from all of their sleeping late night partying and stripping the sheets from their beds.  I told them they needed to go to the bathroom and finish their morning snack of watermelon before we left the house.  They were not motivated to move and were as slow as molasses (see what I did there, Dad?) so I tried to nicely encourage them to hurry up.  When that didn’t work, I said “Finish your watermelon now! Whoever doesn’t finish will be staying home.”  Jackson stood up on his chair, crawled across the table and dumped his watermelon into Joseph’s bowl (within the span of two seconds). He looked at Joseph and said “Sorry Joseph, but you’re staying home today” and walked away to dump his now empty bowl in the sink.  I wasn’t even sure if I should be mad or laugh hysterically.  It was definitely a well-played move,  but wasn’t exactly the kindness I preach to them all day. These two are usually the best of friends, but when they turn against each other, it gets quite comical.

We finally made it to the park and had a wonderful morning.  We stayed for about an hour and a half.  The kids thought it was great that we had the playground to ourselves for most of our time there, but they also enjoyed making new friends when other kids showed up.  They were impressing me with their “super hero skills” and climbing on everything, even things like rope climbs that I didn’t think they were capable of doing yet. They truly awe me with how quickly they pick things up and how willing they are to learn.  It was a fun time!

During dinner tonight, everyone was clearly overtired.  Taylor started crying a bit because she didn’t want to eat the booty off of the dinosaur chicken (I was a culinary genius tonight with this meal, by the way) because the booty of the dinosaur is where the farts live and she didn’t want to eat those. Five year old logic, folks! It was a creative ruse to not eat dinner, but I do have to say that it was really well thought out. I laughed while she cried.  Some nights are like that around here.