Weekend recap...

Often times, our weekends are summed up by where we've went, and what we've gotten done.  But weekends should really be about making memories.

This past weekend, we accomplished a few things that we needed to do, but by Monday, our list of accomplishments were forgotten.

However, the special moments will live forever.   

Late last week, we started watching "Cars" with the boys - we would watch 20-30 minutes a night, then pause it, and pick up where we left off the next day.  By the third night, the boys were asking for "the race movie", and Jackson wanted to watch "My Mater."

Saturday night we were wrapping the movie up, and Lincoln wanted to lay with me.  We snuggled a bit with him laying in my lap, but my back started hurting a bit.  I grabbed a pillow and we layed down on the floor.  He insisted we had to have a blanket too.  Before I knew it, Jackson was grabbing a pillow of his own, and diving between Lincoln and me.  Within 5 minutes, they were begging Daddy to join us, so all four of us were laying on the floor with our pillows, and a single blanket.  The boys started playing "tent" and were laughing and carrying on.  Sweet, sweet memory.

Sunday was a challenging day.  We went to church with the intention of leaving the boys in the nursery for the first time.  However, the boys had a different plan, so we headed upstairs to church with them.  Jackson then wanted to go back downstairs and play with the other kids, but by then, the nursery was full.  Unfortunately, we left church with a screaming Jackson in tow. 

We headed off to have lunch, and went for a drive to find an ice cream shop.  The boys fell asleep while we were driving, and Brian and I just explored some different areas of town.  When the boys woke up, we stopped at Dairy Queen for some sundaes, and headed home for a snack on the patio.

The afternoon was hot and muggy, so we stayed indoors most of the day.  After dinner, we were playing a bit before bathtime, and something inspired me to grab each of the boys hands, and start singing "Ring around the Rosie".  Both the boys started singing along with me, and we all fell down at the end.  I bet the neighbors could hear the laughter.  The three of us did this quite a few times, then the boys decided Daddy again needed to join the fun.  It was our first family Ring around the Rosie event.

We continue to have our challenges with the terrible 2's, but focusing on these special moments gets us through.  I know someday we will remember these days, and only the happy moments will remain.  We look forward to making more memories in the coming months!