Anyway, my point is that going out on a little family outing was a big deal for us this week. From last Thursday to Monday, we were dying. So when Steven happened to come home for his lunch break, and I happened to be dressed and showered, and the kids were relatively amicable and presentable and the sun was shining, &etc, we decided to just go for it.
We went to BJ's (which is like Costco). In my opinion, during the cold months, there are few places better suited to a young family looking for an adventure than BJ's.
|Guys, this is ONE slice of pizza. It feeds our whole family. Granted, KJ doesn't eat much, but STILL! A meal for 3.5 for $2.00? SUCH. A. DEAL!|
|KJ dabbled with the crusts and then backwashed into the water cup so badly that none of us could even look at the cup. Gage almost had a heart attack. Thanks a lot, sis.|
And then we grabbed one of the kiddie carts (with the car on the front of it) and bought a head of cauliflower, cocoa powder, and a few other things. No samples, sadly, we didn't come at the right time. That's always kind of a downer.
Steven helped me unload the groceries and the kids and then sped off back to work.
And then, once they were both passed out in their beds, exhausted from their first time out of the house in four days, I climbed into this:
Where are the pillows, you ask? They are on the landing of the stairs being used for a comfortable landing after a ride down the mattress (or mastchuss, if you speak Gage) slide. We are so tired of that stupid mattress! It's the one that Gage slept on/puked on/won't gross you out too much with details on, while he was such a sick little dude. We disinfected it with everything we had in the house and I was about to put it back in its basement home when Gage asked me if it could be turned into a slide. I said, "wait till daddy gets home".
Well, Daddy came home and this is what happened: