Good morning, it is Sunday.
Here is a quick synopsis of this weekend: Wake the kids who decided to sleep downstairs, chores, Mel and twins visit, soccer game, see Grandpa, take Preston to a friend's house, watch movies, more chores, waste time on the computer, sleep, Sunday School, more soccer for some, stay at church with Nana and Grandpa for others, visit friends, watch soccer, Lillie at a friends birthday party at Chuck E Cheese, and the rest is up in the air...who knows when we will all be home and stuff tonight. But then Maren will have to pack for Chicago, I will go running, and the kids will beg for ice-cream with cookies. I don't think we will watch Bolt again, maybe Journey to the Center of the Earth...that is a cool movie.
I had a few funny occurrences to blog about, but I forgot to write them down...the only thing I see in front of me is the sticky note that Hansen stealthily put on Preston's back, then ran for his life around the house until Preston caught him a few minutes later, then he was just screaming for his life...ok, they were laughing. The note reads, "Preston Farts Death!!!" This stuff is all fun and games until someone gets hurt...then it is hilarious!
See you tomorrow.