The day that Jane and I had our Mom Date Gaetan had gone over to his Mom's house to pick up a treadmill. Ingrid asked us initially if we wanted it, and if we had more space we would've gladly accepted, however, we don't have extra space for it so we asked the Mins if they wanted it. Seeing how they only have small cars and Ingrid couldn't get it over here by herself G went out to pick it up. It had been the end of a really long week and the idea of him being gone for at least 4 more hours wasn't really that appealing to me... but I knew that this was the perfect time to do it and if we didn't then we would have to try and figure out a better time, which wasn't really going to happen. Everything went well all things considered. The weather was pretty nice out so we spent the afternoon outside. We even busted out the bikes and the go-kart! I didn't know about the concert until later in the afternoon when G was still at his Mom's so I knew that we were going to be cutting it close.
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I had given Dude a haircut that morning... he was pleased with it |
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We had some good snugs together |
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We had to take all the seats out of the van so the kids thought it was hilarious that their carseats were inside. They played on those for quite awhile. I actually came into the room to find Lucy strapped into her seat laughing hysterically |
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I made rice pudding during nap time and Lucy was a huge fan of the afternoon snack |
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Norah just chilling on the go-kart. |
After he delivered the treadmill they came over for yummy guinness glazed corned beef. Jane had never had corned beef before so this was something we were both excited about! We had decided that Jane and I were going to go to the concert so that meant the boys were home with the kids. They had a lot of fun together playing and making Jane's present. We were being sneaky sneaky! The concert was nearing an end and G had said that the Mins just went home... so they got to stay up extra late playing with friends! :) I'm glad that everybody had a good time together.
JVG
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