Saturday, November 6th
We headed to Sarah's for Oaklee's birthday party. We got there after the party was already in swing. My kiddos missed all of the games, but got there in time for gifts and cake.
Oaklee looked like she had a ton of fun.
From here we headed directly to take family pictures in the sand dunes, which is why we were so late getting down there.
*Jake helped me write this post; I spent most of my time laughing and typing.*
Saturday, November 6th
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
I convinced my mom to take pictures in the sand dunes. The scenery looked amazing. But I forgot to take one thing into account, its so windy!!!
The wind blew our hair and patience away. Mom was the first to go. Soon followed by my own patience, but not due to the wind, but everyone's attitude (except for Dad, he was a great sport about the whole thing).
After a lot of bickering and gritting our teeth, we finally managed to get a few nice pictures. Though the walk back to the car was certainly a exfoliating experience.
We wrapped up my camera as safe as we could and it survived.
Once we got back to the trailer (my parents pulled it all the way down, even though we weren't camping, so that we had a place to get ready and to eat later) my mom was adamant that we were going to eat dinner before we left. For us it was late and cold, and my mothers attitude was still not great. She was very upset about the whole experience. I didn't even enter the trailer (to help cook the food or eat it) I stayed in the van the whole time. I was so upset about the way everyone (but Dad) handled that situation and mostly took it out on me.
The drive seemed to take forever. We got home pretty late. It was a 2 hour drive. Everyone had to shower when we got back to get rid of the sand. And feed the kids a snack.
I made my mom a photo book and eventually she admitted they didn't turn out to badly; although she didn't like her frowny face (which is in almost every picture).
Tuesday, November 2nd
The fire dept came to the kindergarten classes to talk about fire safety and other safety things (like outlets and stoves) with the kids. Then they got to see a fire truck, have a fireman talk about their gear, and then actually get dressed in it, and have the fireman blow the fire engine horn.
William loved it so much. I was really lucky to be able to get to experience it with him, because I had just gotten off of recess duty.
