Last night, after a long day at work, Chris and I decided to take the kids to the mall. The Easter bunny was there and nothing makes Chris more happy than having dinner in the food court.
Getting the kids ready... that in itself should have been any indication into how the rest of the night would go. Haven doesn't want to wear a collared polo. And more than that, he doesn't want to wear "two shurrrts," aka a tshirt underneath the polo. The compromise is that I let him wear his Crocs. We're so fancy around here.
Next up, Olive. She hasn't wore a dress since last Easter, so she is loving the feeling of running around without pants. But then comes the tights. Hosiery, in my opinion, is only for babies and anyone over 80. Olive has a different opinion. Then we pack all of the stuff, the brush, the extra bow, another binky, snacks, milk, diapers, wipes, and head out the door.
We park at the opposite side of the mall as the Easter Bunny. Which consists of Olive trying to bust out of her stroller like a straight jacket and Haven running ahead of us with Woody. As he passes a new person he yells, "Reach for the skyyyyyyy."
We finally make it to the Easter Bunny.... no wait. The kids love him. But they don't love me enough to both look at me and smile at the same time. The trip ended with food court dinner. And a conniption from Olive.
Chris put Olive to bed when he got home and I laid down to have a "few minutes" to myself. I woke up two hours later.... Big Holly was worn out.