a crash course

This weekend has been so crazy I think I need a week off of work to recover. Seriously. Friday after working a 10 hour day, I came "home" (my parents) and was greeted by my nephews (5 &2) who were way to wound up. Thankfully they let me scarf down a bite to eat and change into comfy clothes before they wanted me to chase them,  play with front-end loaders, balls etc.

We couldn't play long because my parents and I were taking them to Nashville's Christmas parade. We loaded up the car and headed for a "forever" (as Will calls it) car ride downtown. We finally arrived and then had to walk a good 2 miles to the parade route. I thought we'd never get there.

Amy Grant and Vince Gill were the Marshalls

We arrived just in time for the beginning (go us!) and it was packed. The parade lasted almost 2 loooong hours, but was really nice. We couldn't leave until Drew saw "Ho Ho"!


Saturday: my parents took the boys for a Polar Express type train ride. I had a few hours of quiet before they returned with a vengence! Apparently they suppressed energy and loud voices on the train ride and saved 'em for me! ha!

That afternoon, I had to take the Angel Tree stuff we colleceted at work to the mall for drop off. My loving mother thought it would be fun for the boys to come with me (she came too thankfully). Two kids + Mall at Christmas + pregnancy hormones = not a fun time. We survived, barely!

the boys terrorized PB Kids

Apparently, I was in a realllly good mood this past week because I volunteered to babysit my nephews Saturday night. My brother/SIL had a Christmas party to attend and I thought what the heck.  We only had a couple melt downs, but thankfully Shrek The Halls cures just about anything. Yeah, I'm that Aunt! I ended up spending the night and spending the majority of Sunday with them as well.

This weekend has been a real eye opener. I think this is about as real of a crash course into parenting as its going to get. I know it's just a tiny glimpse, but I'm a tad nervous! I guess we'll learn as we go, but I just hope patience and heck a bottle of wine, comes with this whole parenting gig.

(totally kidding about the last part...I think)