After the rough start to our week (ugh) and my not so great attitude and mood this morning, I'm in need of a reminder of our funnies from this weekend. Maybe they'll help change my mood.
Saturday morning one of our neighbors stopped by for my Premier Open House and invited Garrison to go back over to her house to play for a little bit. Her and her husband have become Garrison's adopted grandparents in Covington. He love them and they love him. Anyway, he didn't want to leave their house when it was time to go and sort of threw his baseball bat down in a less than respectful way. Gracious. So later when Terrell and Garrison were alone Terrell told him what a great job he had done over at the Knights' house and how he was so glad he had fun and listened, etc. but, how he was disappointed in how he threw his bat down when it was time to go and how that wasn't nice and he doesn't need to do that again, etc. Throughout "the talk" Garrison remained silent. So afterwards Terrell said, Yes sir? And Garrison repsonded with, It's always something. Wow. That was priceless... and used correctly by my 3 year old. Oh dear. Terrell was left speechless.
Saturday night we went out to eat with my parents and Anna and Frankie for Terrell's birthday. We had such a good time and both of the boys ate well and did a really good job. Things were going perfect until I picked up Austin from his highchair and realized we had a problem. A big one. Possibly a blow-out. We were on our way out anyway, so we took Austin to the car and changed him in the back of the jeep. And it took every last wipe we had. Yuck. And my parents and sister and Frankie were lucky enough to witness the whole thing. Meanwhile Garrison was already strapped in his carseat waiting patiently for us to finish whatever it was we were doing (which we were just about done with) when he said What's dat smellll??
Sunday morning at church (which was wondeful by the way) we finished our last song before the preaching... except our pastor was missing. It was so funny because no one knew what to do. Our music minister had to wing it and decided we'd sing another song while 3 deacons jumped up and left the sanctuary going different directions in search of Brother Garth. It was pretty dramatic... and funny. When the deacons reappeared with him we all started clapping right in the middle of our song. And we all had a chuckle too.
Sunday afternoon after lunch Garrison was telling my grandparents about going to the Braves game a couple of weeks ago and he ended up singing Take Me Out to the Ballgame for them. Precious. Then, we got him to sing the National Anthem for them too. I was singing it with Garrison to help him remember the words when my dad chimed in. And before we knew it half the family was sining the National Anthem in my parents living room. Then, Austin, who was sitting with my mom and resting on her shoulder, sat up and started clapping for us mid-song just as serious as he could be. It was hilarious. Just like a scene from Christmas Vacation. Too funny!
Even though I'm not feeling very cheerful today, I'm so thankful for good times and lots of laughter with family! Just remembering all our little funnies made me smile. =)
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