Sometimes...our weekends are full of such great stuff that Mondays I sit here at the computer tongue tied. Words sometimes aren't enough to capture it all.
Friday night we headed out for a family date night...all six of us. Our first choice of restaurant turned out to have too long of a wait. When there's 6 of you, there's no more squeezing into a booth, or a table technically meant for 4. Instead, you wait until two tables open up...or you go somewhere less popular.
Bring on less popular.
We ended up here. And yes, we took home a whole peanut butter pie. It's my new favorite restaurant, because really, I'm an old soul...I belong at Village Inn...with the old people.
Saturday I painted more doors. Red. Hello front door:
Saturday night the boys played flag football "under the lights" it's a big deal. I'm the big-loser mom who forgot her camera.
Sunday we had a fall/birthday party at my husband's family's farm.
Eli celebrated with three other cousins.
And then Grandpa Dave took us on a hayride.
Lucy loved it.
And then fell asleep.
And then woke up to let the little puppy lick her toes.
And a get-together is never complete without a little football...
Life is good.