Team Double Trouble

Hope everyone had a wonderful Father's Day weekend! I always related Father's Day weekend with breakfast in bed..I used to make pancakes every weekend before everyone woke up from the time my mom let me use the stove, I'm talking major creations with whatever I could find, maybe that's why my Dad hates pancakes so much now.haha. Anyway, I related it with breakfast in bed, relaxation and some majorly boring activity my Dad wanted to do, for some reason I remember this weekend falling on some waterfowl festival or something, it is so clear because my Mom would keep saying, "It's your Dad's weekend, don't complain too much." But damn, have you ever been to a waterfowl festival?? I was so happy when my brother came along because then we had to rush through before he started crying.haha. Good times. My point? Our weekend was FAR from those Father's Days I remember in my childhood. We had a baseball game Saturday and Sunday, which we decided the whole family would go to. We really got a taste of what we are in for with a toddler and newborn, but I will say that we made a pretty exceptional tag team. Sunday's game was an hour away and you have to get there an hour early...so that basically means we were outside for a majority of the day. Tag teaming back and forth between nursing Joseph and occupying Madeline. Although, she did friend these awesome teenage girls and ended up playing with them. They were such good sports.
The day led to an extremely exhausted toddler, a cranky newborn and a grumpy teenager. Anyone would have taken the hint to just pack up and go right home after the game, right? Nope, not us. We are making the most of this day. So, we wandered around aimlessly trying to decide what we wanted to eat at Wegmans..only to decide on pizza, which would take them 15 minutes (AN ETERNITY when wandering around a grocery store with the three children mentioned above) to bake. When it was done, we went to find a seat and Madeline saw a little play area...which led to a total toddler tantrum because Daddy said she had to eat first. A nap-less toddler crying is like nails on a chalkboard to everyone in the vicinity...and my husband had the "just let someone look at us wrong" look on his face. [[I'm cracking up thinking about this all now]] As I'm about to sit, Joseph decides he is starving...so I exit the whole meltdown situation. Come back and all is well as she plays in the play area after eating some chicken. I sat down to eat and couldn't help but laugh at the little circus we had going on...

We gave up after all this, right?? That wouldn't be us. Then we decide to go to Target...use your imagination.
But then, at the end of the night, we reflected on the blessing this little, well, now I guess it's kind of big, family is....

What an amazing Daddy.

I actually didn't even let our hectic weekend discourage me and I went for my first outing with, what I will affectionately call, Team Double Trouble! We ended up going to the park that is right up the street, but it felt like a small accomplishment. Maybe I will brave the store this week...eh, or I'll just take Joshua with me or leave Madeline with him. That is the nice thing about having a teenager on summer vacation...an extra set of hands! Don't worry, I don't treat him like Cinderella or anything. Plus he truly does enjoy them...Madeline currently has him wrapped around her finger, just another person to spoil her.
Our park visit...

Then it rained, so we ate lunch in the car....

 

Madeline wears her heart on her sleeve when she meets little kids...and I'm starting to learn that some are not too keen to let another in their play group. She walked up to a little girl today, she looked about 8 or 9, and said, "Hi girl, remember me? I'm back!". It was so cute and the girl came back and said to stop following her. Have a mentioned I'm that crazy defensive mom? I understand the girl was older, she obviously doesn't have to play with Madeline, but don't be rude.  "Oh Madeline, you don't need to play with her...let's find someone nice that does want to play." HAHA. I don't even realize I'm being nasty until after, but don't be rude or hurt my kids feelings. That goes for anyone. Especially now that I'm crazy hormonal.

Oh man, my husband just texted about dinner...yeah, I forgot about that small thing that we do every night. I'm surprised I forgot, considering that nursing gives me the appetite of three teenage boys. Seriously, it's gross. I need to get it under control.

Little prince.

 

I need to edit the others, but here's my fav...

My princess and prince.