Day 2,901

The Breakfast Club Lessons

Mornings are for breakfast and Hopscotch. NO BEARETT! It’s called Tic Tac Toe not Hopscotch!

(Literally every time he calls it Hopscotch and every time, someone corrects him - cracks me up he still calls it that!) 

Daddy has taught both kids how to play, though Bearett actually understands it - Amelia, well she’s only four. 

We’re having fun on fun on fun in Atlanta!

And it didn’t stop at breakfast. Afterwards, we found a local park and played and played, discovering with great excitement just how much Ella Mae LOVES swinging! I don’t think I’ve actually ever seen her happier. My goodness, Katesy, you make me wild with love!

Bearett, wanting to swing as well, decided to disobey his Mom’s very explicit commands NOT to get into the swing, regardless of how much he wanted to swing. This becuase there were only four swings at the playground, all baby swings, and with me carrying Molly on my chest, I was unable to help him out if he got himself in. Whelp. The consequences of disobedience. He was stuck there for three minutes or so before the three kids worked up a scheme to rescue him. 

He did finally get out. And he did learn his lesson. I think. 

Bearett’s face when he got out. Well, after five minutes. Even though this is Amelia’s face ;)

Molly, I love you by the way. 



Night night from the learning, growing, giggling Conley camp.