Day 5

Gord called today. The kids spoke with him briefly. He's enjoying his trip, the accommodations are excellent, the golf is fine.

Another rotten bedtime ruined the evening.  One might think that since they go to bed every freakin' day, that bedtime would be pretty routine. Brush teeth, jammies on, calmly sit and listen to the story.  Nope.  Brush teeth...spit on counter...sister squeals and slams door on brother...more sibling antics...10 mins later...Mom's frustration is through the roof and the kids have lost their story.

We had a fun evening playing Mario Cart in their jammies.

Rowan had another maxed day.  There were high points and low points.  Breakfast with him screaming for the TV remote (as he couldn't just leave the thing alone) for 10 mins, goofing off at the chiropractor's office (again, letting a scream loose)  finishing with losing the bedtime story.

Unfortunately Rowan's energy levels are reflected in Eliana.  She's as spunky as he is hyper.

They are all asleep now.  I shall be heading to bed shortly, too.