so, the boys were well behaved. i don't know what goes one when i'm not around, but i never hear anything bad, so i guess michael minds his manners even though i didn't know he had any as he always seems to forget them when he's around me. why is that? owen was sitting in a laundry basket with a plastic ladle when we got back, so i can certainly say that he had a blast; the boy never plays with his own toys, always things that aren't toys. silly child.
so, thank you again Aimee for watching the boys!
and the theater was like an ice-box. and i always get made fun of when i wear long sleeves or a jacket to a movie. that's why!
i have all this space now and i trap myself into this tiny little corner? what is up with that? i mean, i seriously can't even move...losing everything. doy.
hope you had a great day!