Hi loveys. So this pic was taken over the weekend in Manitou Springs. There's this great arcade there for the kiddos with a jillion of these little rides for a quarter each. We picked up Subway for lunch, ate at a picnic table at Garden of the Gods, and then pulled out the strollers and spent some time in Manitou (which I love).
I really do like getting out and about with the kids--but it's so much work! I managed to pack us up and go to the park last week for a playdate, and seriously, it's exhausting. You have to pack stuff like you're leaving for two weeks. Then you need the stroller (which you always forget how to fold up, if you're me). Then you buckle everyone in, finally get where you're going, and have to unload! Then you do it all again like two hours later!
That's why, for me, half the time I just can't tell if I'm up for it or whether it's worth it. Do you know what I mean? Like today, I've been trying to talk myself into going to Walmart with the kids for about three hours now and it's looking like I'm losing the battle. At least for family outings, Jeff's there to help (and deal with the stroller).
Anyway, we had just a twinge of cool (ish) weather this past weekend and that inspired me to whip up a batch of chicken and dumplings. Jeff was thrilled.
They were great, but there was enough to feed an army. I can handle one round of leftovers, but that's it. (The exceptions are at Christmas and Thanksgiving.) I usually make this if we're having company, but this was a last-minute decision. Sunday we visited a new church where not one person said hello, welcome, or introduced themselves. We even sat next to some people our age, thinking they might say hi . . . nope. It's like we weren't there. When dropping the kids off at the childcare, I told the woman in Ashtyn's class, "This is Ashtyn." All she says to me is, "Oh, like after Ashton Kutcher?"
Um no. Of course not. That's all she said! Nothing like "welcome" or "we're glad to have you." One comment about Ashton Kutcher. Afterward, I told Jeff that that was the unfriendliest church I have ever been to. We've been on the hunt for a new church and I'm realizing that it can be hard to find the right fit for you. It would be so much better to be able to jump in and feel at home and like you're part of the family. But it just doesn't seem to work that way. I'm so appreciative of the churches we've visited that at least make visitors feel welcome. It seems like a given that they all should do that, but they really don't.
So how was your weekend? What did you do?
Alright. I'm about to lose it. It's nap time and the kids have finally gone to sleep and somebody very near by just turned on a weed eater. Heaven help me.