The best was our out to dinner experience with all of our kids, grandma and grandpa, and 9 other friends and cousins. I went into it disillusioned with thoughts of a cold beer, a tasty plate of food (not made by me!) and some laughs with family and friends. Then I remembered that Emma, our "passionate one", from time to time will make it her full time job to make your life... for lack of a better work, miserable. From the moment we sat down I was already in a full sweat. Emma spit out all of the food we fed her, she would not sit in her chair, she coughed and gagged and threatened signs of a public vomiting episode. She did not want to be held, but did not want to be down. She did want all of the silverware, glassware, dishes, napkins, and food from my plate of course (which she still spit out). By the time our meal was "over", Seth and I looked at each other and realized we had somehow managed to suck down our food, which we have no recollection of its quality???? We had two full, warm beers that had not been touched, and we looked like we had lost the war. Ahhhh, family times.
All joking aside. We had such an amazing time. My Mom and Dad crammed in our suite with us and their help was priceless. The girls swam for hours, slept like champions, and were nearly always (minus the dinner episode) in I'll say exceptional spirits. We truly do have three very lovely little girls with jolly little dispositions. This vacation I'll dare say paved the way for the courage to take more. Check out my bathing beauties!
"There was a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good
she was very very good.
And when she was bad
she was horrid!"