But wait! There was even more excitement. Uncle Michael was coming to visit. I mentioned this to Atlee Wednesday night. For the next two days I heard a lot about how Uncle Michael would roll her into a taco when he was here. She was not disappointed.
After the rolling, there is the traditional taco toss. Greeley likes to help.
OK- So she's not really helping. But she's having fun too.
And Atlee was having a lot of fun. But the weekend couldn't be all fun, right? Because we're cruel, cruel parents we brought our herd of children to the new Gettysburg Visitor's Center.
I don't have any pictures of our visit though. It looked like a wonderful exhibit. What I saw of it, of course. Atlee dragged me by the hand, not interested in any of it. She wanted to get through it and get through it fast. She almost managed to make it through the experience. Almost. In the parking lot, there was a bit of a meltdown.
See how Shea in the foreground just watches Atlee in the background get in trouble. He knows she's not listening to Dad. He's telling her to stop, and she's not stopping. She's probably thinking something like, "What's he going to do?"
Carry her to the car. This was the low point of the weekend. It got better. It turns out our neighborhood has a Labor Day tradition. A tradition involving breakfast foods. All of the neighbors get together for a pot luck breakfast on Monday morning. Rich and neighbor John chat during breakfast.
We have a lot of neighbors.
The kids ate their chocolate covered donuts and headed out into the yard.
The weekend started and ended with donuts. That's a good weekend.