My job was desserts. I made brownies and rice crispy treats. Yummers! Why do I volunteer for this kind of stuff? I get all the leftovers. Oh well, I guess I know what I will be having for breakfast tomorrow. :o) A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. Sorry Jillian, we can't let all that go to watse.
The kids must of had a blast playing together. They pulled out as many toys as they were allowed. I tried to get a picture of the room before they started cleaning up but didn't get in there in time. It would have been classified as a disaster area.
Payton had a little accident while we were there. Gasp! She made it to the bathroom but didn't get onto the potty in time. :o( I guess it is bound to happen once in a while. I was pround of myself, I didn't get mad or raise my voice. I just gave her a little bath and talked about heading to the bathroom when we first have to go instead of waiting until we have to go so bad that we can't make it. I need to pay more attention to when she goes. It seems like if I don't remind her she will go when she wakes up and then again before she goes to bed. That girl is a camel, I don't know how she does it. It must come from the Ahlgren side of the family.
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Can I come have breakfast at your house? :)
Sorry about the accident. We've dealt with far too many of those over the years--it's so easy to just get used to them knowing when they need to go, and then all of a sudden, they start having problems remembering... so frustrating. You sound like you did much better than I do, ha.
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