apparently nothing happened on sunday that is worthy of reporting. I know that joe and mary went to the bay area to do some visiting… I honestly have no recollection of what we did that day. I know we went to church at st. peter’s and had a spectacle made of us by the pastor who recognized dave and joe (and the 4 million rest of us) as we were coming in (late), and then we had to sit in the front 2 rows because that was the only space left that was big enough for all of us!
but on to monday.
there was a lot of this sort of thing:
nothing like virtually beating up your virtual brother to get out those aggressions you’ve been harboring all these years!
monday also brought a visit from nana! she rode the train in from oakland and we went to pick her up at the station in sacramento. and of course, there was much bonding with baby matthew…dinner that night, was one of the looked-forward-to highlights of our trip. seriously. we all cruised over to chick-fil-a for milkshake monday! we did this last year while we were there and fell in love! we don’t have a chick-fil-a anywhere near us, so this is a treat. basically, you buy a milkshake and you get a free order of chicken nuggets. and these aren’t your ordinary mcnugget-types. these are actual CHUNKS of chicken. and they’re yummy! and the milkshakes come with a cherry in them! (I know, I probably need to get out more…)the quality nuggets proved to be problematic for my mcnugget-loving 3rd child, however, who refused to eat them and threw a first class fit (read: loud) about it. i decided to add to the spectacle, by force-feeding him a small bite of chicken. I know. awesome parenting. BUT, I knew that if he would just get past the fact that they didn’t look like pressed-breaded-fried-questionable chicken parts, he would LIKE them. well, he did. HA!we were then able to enjoy the rest of our meal without the accompaniment of screaming toddlers.I’m thinking this one should be submitted to chick-fil-a as an advertisement for milkshake mondays:almost all of our kids. can’t remember where matthew was at this point, but I know he made it back home! there was a little boy that was leaving at the same time as us, who apparently decided we looked like so much fun that he wanted to join us. I laughed and told his dad, “what’s one more?”
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