Fort Phillips

Today we had to do a bunch of errands. The girls were screaming and Brayden was talking non-stop about very important stuff from the back of the van. I finally turned around at a stop sign to face them and lost it! I said something along the lines of, "You need to stop screaming (As I'm screaming) and be quiet and stop talking, so I can drive safely and not get into an accident." They are usually pretty good in the car, so this wasn't really typical behavior, plus I was lost trying to find a ticket box office. ANYWAY, I am an old lady and can't handle a ton of noise, I think because there is constant noise in my life now, so any additional puts me over the edge. I can barely stand to have music on in the house. So sad..... I have digressed. SO..... we are going down the Freya hill (which is huge) right after I had my breakdown. I told Brayden, "This is a HUGE WEEE hill!" He said very quietly, "Yeah, this is fun." Then when I was approaching some cars, he said under his breath, "Get out of the way, watch out cars!" I think he thought for sure, I was nuts and I was going to ram them. Who wants to contribute to his therapy bills??

But before we went on that fun adventure we made Fort Phillips, which Brayden was so excited about. We built it right when he got up and he got to eat breakfast under it and watch cartoons, "just like he did at Grandma Wagener's house." The girls were locked in their high chairs for their breakfast so the fort lasted for about 20 minutes. 20 seconds after the girls were unleashed, it was all over..... Brayden said, "I am very angry, lock them in their room!" (I have never locked them in their room, in case you're wondering.... although it has crossed my mind).

From that point on, the Fort was never quite the same.