The boys got to play at the Museum for an hour this week. I was surprised...it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be to take three littles by myself. 
We had a complete debacle of an evening that night. It could have been way worse, so I'm counting my blessings, but it wasn't fun. No gas in the car, a desperately hungry nursing mom, a sllllooooow drive thru, 101 degree heat, a screaming baby in the car, a forgotten dinner date that we were supposed to host...I'll spare you the rest.
Of course, Logan came to the rescue and fixed all my mistakes...dinner out and all. We are so thankful for him and everything he does for our family! It's a thankless job most days, but he doesn't give up.
Today we had a nice day at home. Mass, lunch, a trip to Earl May, mulching, a visit to Grandpa Mike, another trip to Earl May for more mulch, a game of chess, dinner, and the boys playing with Daddy. Happy Father's Day Logan!
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