Saturday afternoon we made a valiant effort to head to the Union County Balloon Festival. The kids were being high maintenance (what's new) and the amount of crap we needed to haul was immense. I think Damon was traumatized from Mia's 1st balloon festival. She SHRIEKED for the entire 40 minutes home. We debated tossing her out the window at one point. The straw that broke the camels back was the waaaaay late bedtime that was looming if we stayed to see the balloons glow at dusk. We decided we love our kids too much to let them torture us to the point of insanity. So we stayed home. Sometimes you just have to give up. We took a walk instead.
Even our easy walk around the block had a few dramatic moments. Wesley started SCREAMING and never one to be out done, Mia threw a royal fit!!! As they are both wailing, a nice man with quiet babies in a jogging stroller goes by. He looked startled when I shouted, wanna trade?
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