I had exactly four hours of sleep last night, so forgive the fact that the photos are out of order. It was a whirlwind weekend, covering three states, and in the name of balance, aside from one rescue event with the kids and a concert with a friend, I am doing absolutely nothing next weekend to recuperate.
When The Ex and I were first dating, I played the dutiful girlfriend and went on all the scary rides when we would go to an amusement park. Eventually we got married, and consequentially sometime after, heights started scaring the dickens out of me. So I swallowed hard this weekend and went on this ferris wheel twice with the kids (eight rotations) and Sarah and her kids, and we all lived to tell about it.
Nick saw a friend with a plate of pierogies and, on his own, asked for a taste (hates potatoes, so has never had them before). Then went and placed his own order, which he pretty much demolished. Sometimes you don’t need to pester kids to try new things. Sometimes it just happens all on its own.