Chick-fil-a

The girls had a sports camp during the last week of June and everyday that we would drop them off the babies would get SO sad. So one day I headed to chick-fil-a and told them that we were gong to go somewhere SO fun! Syd started crying and said,"no church. NO nursery!" Over and over again. They hate nursery and every Sunday is a fight. Whoever said that Sunday is a day of rest doesn't have 2 year old twins. And 8 year old twins for that matter!

Anyway, they played for about an hour and we had so much fun. Then it was time to leave and I was reminded very quickly why I never do things like this. Dalton ran off when he saw me trying to buckle syd (unsuccessfully) in the stroller. She was freaking out and he was trying to go into the men's restroom. I left her for a second to stop him from going in there and when I turned around she had run all the way up by the registers. I managed in the end to get one strapped in and then wrestled the other one all the way out to the car. Kicking and screaming. Lots of people were watching...no one was helping:) I was red-faced and sweating. 

Next time we will bring daddy along for help and moral support!

Dalton pointing at the car. He is obsessed with any and all motorized vehicles.