Since we got back home I have had to get someone to jump off my van probably 8 times now. It has just recently started bothering me because I love knowing how to hook up batteries, getting the van started.. its all I'm a woman hear me roar. I'm sure it's a pride issue I need to work on.
But fortunately my man scheduled an appointment at Honda for Friday.
Friday morning we slept in(I didn't sleep in once last semester and actually slept in the whole week this week), but got the kids dressed and we were going to have to eat breakfast in the car. I went out to start the car and it was dead, but whatever I know the routine. Long story short the lady I found to help with my car was crazy mean and it ended with me in the kitchen crying big fat tears. Makes me laugh now but man that lady was mean.
By the time I got to Honda I looked over at Caleb and God love him, but that hair turned my day
Saturday we went with some friends to Sprout Springs for sledding, which is about 40 miles away and covered with snow and sunshine
Caleb's favorite part was hands down eating the snow
Sunday Michael and the kids built homemade marshmallow guns and became the source of hours of fun. I have found marshmallows all over the house and in my hair and shirt. The new rule is you can either blow the marshmallows in the sink or outside