this weekend while the world was out getting their pumpkins and fall on we dared to be different and escaped to the desert with our nearest and dearest friends.
six kids. six adults. and lots of tequila.
we convinced the kids to behave with minimal drama by running them around at the pool every day and making each set of siblings share a bed at night. k hadn’t ever proved to us she could sleep anywhere besides her crib- but she’s always one to do the unexpected and slept like a champ sharing a bed with big sister (i might send a letter expressing my gratitude to the doc a tot people). and lex was in heaven sleeping with k and insists they’re ready for sleepovers EVERY SINGLE NIGHT at home because “i have two pillows on my bed. it’ll totally work!”.
dream on sister.
(but in my dream world. bunk beds are totally going down when we transfer k to a big girl bed.)
i feel like a lot of prep and maintaince goes into a weekend where you’re forced to be in a bathing suit for 4 days. i’ll be the first to admit i’m highly insecure with my post-baby-body. but if there was anyone (and i mean ANYONE) i would rock my suit in front of its these ladies. high five for non-judgemental friends who make you feel safe and comfortable in a situation where you’re practically naked. and three cheers for spray tans!
past that we really just swam, drank, played “rotten apples”, ate our weight in oreos and frozen m&m’s, and relaxed as much as you can on a vacation with 6 kids. and when we got home there was mucho drama because the ladies were ripped away from their BFF’s. actual tears were shed because lex couldn’t have dinner with noah & ben.
fun hangovers are real (and real hard).
i know. . . i have epic collage abilities.