Our 3 day weekend

Scott had a three day weekend and it was amazing. I honestly cannot tell you the last time he had that much time off at one time and we didn't have four million things already planned. It was nice to just have a weekend as the four of us.

We spent Friday at Magic Kingdom because we thought it wouldn't be too crowded. We totally forgot about today being Martin Luther King Day and that the majority of schools had a four day weekend. The park wasn't awful, but it wasn't as calm as we had hoped.

We mainly hung out in Fantasyland, since those were the rides the kids really wanted to ride. We started with the carousel, which is Jill's favorite.

Then we spent at least 5 minutes debating if we wanted to wait 40 minutes for Winnie the Pooh. The lesson learned here is that you should never, ever, promise your kids that you will go on a specific ride because you will find yourself standing in line for 40 minutes. At least the line has fun things for the kids to do.

After lunch, and a few more rides, we watched the parade and called it a day. We all had a blast and were actually surprised at how many rides we got on in such a short amount of time.

Saturday morning we met Paw Paw for breakfast at IHop. The kids have only been out to breakfast one other time, so this was a cool treat for them.

Jill also made liars out of Scott and I at breakfast. She hardly ever eats pancakes and said she wanted pancakes for breakfast. Scott and I both agreed she would have French toast since we didn't think she would eat the pancakes. She ate both of Paw Paw's pancakes like it was her job. I think we will listen to her next time.

Sunday after church the boys went to Paw Paw's to "tinker" with the model trains while Jill and I went to pick up her flower girl dress. I thought Sunday would be a better day to go than Saturday...it wasn't. They have a sale going on right now and it was a mad house which totally spooked Jill, well that and all the tulle. Seriously, there were a lot of bride-to-be's in tulle and it was disturbing. Since it was slightly traumatic (for both of us) we stopped at Starbuck's on the way home for a treat. I was hoping my little angel would finish her cookies before her brother saw, but no, she had to rub it in. She said, "Hey Aaron, see my cookies! (takes a bite) They're so good!". I told her to say 'sorry' since it's not nice to rub it in someone's face and she said the most pathetic insincere 'sorry' I've ever heard. It's only just begun.

Last night Scott and I met our friends Dawn and Dyson for dinner at Cheesecake Factory where we had, hands down, the worst waiter in the history of waiters. At least our food came out without any visible spit, so that counts for something, right?

I wish Scott had more three day weekends because this one was pretty awesome. Hope you had a fabulous weekend too!