Our Weekend

We had a pretty fun weekend planned. It was Fathers Day, and I had the perfect present and the perfect dinner. The weather was going to be nice. Toy Story 3 was coming out.

Here's how it turned out.

Friday Night:

Mike was questioning me on why I had spent that much money (what? he never does that? sense the sarcasm). So, I decided I would show him what I bought for him for Fathers Day, knowing he might disapprove, because he usually does. I think my husband is the hardest person to buy for, I rarely get it right.

When he first saw the new Barbecue I got him, he smiled and said "Thank You, but I think I'm going to return it." boo. Why? He says that this particular grill got horrible reviews, yes, he's been studying up on them, which is why I bought him one, it should've been perfect! I'm bummed.

Saturday Morning:

Mike found a similar grill for not much more that got much better reviews. He takes both girls with him to go get it. So sweet, I really, really wanted to exercise, I did, it kicked my tush. Now I feel better, because he got his gift!

First showing of the morning, Mike and Riley get to go on a Daddy/Daughter date to the new Toy Story Movie. So cute. Riley got to pick out her own snack and everything.

Saturday Afternoon:

Riley has a primary swim party to go to. She is very excited to see all of her friends there. It was really fun, I got to chat with friends and Riley got to swim, swim, swim, and do bubbles. I wish I had a picture of her eating blueberries, because the amount of blueberries she ate at this party was going to haunt us the next day. (she was eating these blueberries, like they were going out of style, holding them in her hand while swimming, going back and forth to grab a handful, over and over again, I should have been a better Mom and realized what was going to happen) She was just having so much fun!

Sunday Morning 4 am

I get woken up to a child with a very upset stomach, she says its because she's hungry, so I bring her some crackers and a drink of water. Well this wasn't enough. She came back to room 5 minutes later, and says "Mom can you sing me a lullaby song and rub my tummy" I let her crawl in bed with us and we fall asleep.

7 am

Tummy still hurts and the diarrhea starts (sorry if that grosses you out) but my poor little girl was not doing so hot. After some food, she says she feels better and we go to church. Well it doesn't get any better, she sits by my side for all 3 hours of church. Tried to go to her class, she came back 5 minutes later. She naps after church is over, wakes up and pukes, uugghhh! And still running to the bathroom all day after. Poor baby, that's the worst feeling ever. She starts feeling better, and the rest of the day goes great!

I made Mike stuffed salmon, a yummy wedge salad, and some tasty buttery rolls, with a Key lime pie from scratch! A beautiful dinner, if I do say so myself.

We end the day with candyland, books, tickle torture, and the kids don't make a peep going to bed. Now Mike and I can enjoy a quiet evening.

Sunday night 9:30 pm

Riley's up. She has thrown up all over her carpet and herself. I think you can picture the rest. Darn Blueberries.

The girls decorated a mug for their gift to Dad.

Happy Fathers Day Mike! We love you! Hope you had a great day! I'll buy us a crate of blueberries next year!