Yesterday, we kidnapped Johnny away from his job (he worked 70 hours last week, he deserved it!) and went up the hill a little bit to Heritage Square. It was a break from the constant question on if he has to go in or not and from the projects yet to get done around here. And truth be told, it was a lot of fun.
Myla got to ride a few rides that she was barely tall enough for and a few others with her man of the hour. She thought that it was all just for her. Kinsley didn’t get to ride on as many things, but she had a lot of fun watching Myla and the other kids run around. She did get to spend some time with her big sister in the jumpy castle, which, can I just say, was just about the cutest thing.
We spent some time before coming home eating ice cream and deciding what was the best part about the day. Was it the rides? The train? The ice cream? Johnny and I think it was just being together and happy, but Myla thought it was the swings.
Both of the girls fell asleep on the way home and so we knew that there was no way they were going to bed at the “normal” bed time. Instead, they wrapped up the day running in circles with their daddy’s shirts on their heads, laughing. And right then, I changed my mind as to the best part of the day.