Visit from my sister

Leigh came to visit this weekend.  Started off Saturday night at 10pm when her train came in.  Her first order of business was to crack open a cold one.  (Side note about beer: Wyatt went into the fridge earlier Sat night, brought me a beer, and asked me to open it for him.  I told him that beer is not for kids and he told me that he was really thirsty and he was thirsty for beer!   Boy was he upset when I made him put it back in the fridge.)  Back to our story.  After she had her immediate needs met she shared a really great story with me.  It went a little something like this:  She was getting a ride to work but couldn't find the car.  Running all over her neighborhood they finally located the vehicle.  When they got in they smelled a HORRIBLE smell.  oops.  While running all over the neighborhood Leigh stepped in a fresh, hot, steamy pile of dog crap and it was all over the bottom of her shoe.  Needless to say she was late for work that day.  Does this surprise me?? What do you think?

Sunday we went to church and really enjoyed our morning.  Sunday school was a great time for me to get the new pictures hung from Easter and Leigh to catch up with our congregational members who were there.  After church we went out to lunch with my Mom and Mike.  What a fiasco! 

• First we went to Fridays.  They had a couple of incompetent boobs working the reservation desk.  They sat a party the same size as ours, who came in after us, before us and then they told us that we could sit at 2 different tables if we wanted, but the table they had in mind for us still had people at it who wanted to eat.  Go figure - they went to a restaurant and wanted to eat???  We went there to swim. 
• After this we decided to leave and go to Applebee's.  We had some sweet looking boy named Ben as our waiter.  (things are looking up) 
• He takes our order and seems to understand our whole drink order (confusing for some, but he seemed to get it.) 
• Brought all our drinks and they were correct.  (wow, this could really work for us.) 
• (Here's where we go down hill.) He spills an entire glass of Pepsi all over the table and all of us.  (guess I was wrong about that working for us bit) 
• Brings us dirty silverware.  (this is not going well) 
• Gets all of the orders wrong.  (tip is going way down at this point.)
• Then just disappears.  Never mind we have 3 small children who now are VERY tired because we have just spent 2 1/2 hours to get lunch. 
• Finally he brings us our check and we can almost leave.  (almost) 
• He disappears again and we can't pay for lunch.  I thought we were never going to get out of there.  Maybe Applebee's in Gurnee was just going to be our new mailing address?  Thankfully he must have been spying on us from behind some corner because just as we stood up and were about to pay for our meal at the bar he popped up out of know where.  Do you need a box?  Really??  Do we look like we want a box?  LET US GO! - - -  PLEASE. - - - STOP THE MADNESS!! 

I guess we weren't suppose to eat out that day. 

Sunday evening my Dad, Alex, Crystal and their dog Dutchess came over for dinner.  Jason grilled some mean ass steaks!  Way to go honey!  After dinner Riley became a dog trainer.  That's right - Riley is now a dog trainer.  She taught Dutchess how to sit, stay, lay down and give paw.  Then proclaimed to all of us that she taught the dog all of this and she is now a bonafied dog trainer.  I didn't know this about her.  Wyatt walked around asking us if we heard that slapping sound?  Yep - "That's my Flip Flops."  Then proceeded to ask everyone "What do you think... I'm funny like a clown!?!?"  Where does he come up with this stuff?  Ben slept from 3 until 7 when we finally woke him up.  When he finally decided to eat he would only eat cake.  He wrestled on the floor with Wyatt for a while and was back in bed by 9:30.  Think the day wore him out a little bit?  At least he made an appearance before everyone left. 

Monday morning Leigh decided she wanted to clean our house.  Ahh... ok...  Not going to fight you on that one.  Leigh and I went from room to room cleaning while Wyatt decided be a spectator.  (Typical male.)  He wasn't really feeling the cleaning vibe I guess.  The house looks amazing.  We had lunch, gave Leigh a haircut, and then it was a mad dash to the train station to make sure she caught the 12:45 back home.  As she is saying good bye to the kids the train doors start chiming that they're about the leave.  She goes running for the train, I yell "Leigh your bag" that she forgot in the car, she starts yelling at the conductor "WAIT", he's yelling back at her "NO were leaving now!", I jump out of the car, run to the other side, grab the bag, run to the train, and get it to her just in time.  I get back in the car and Riley asked me, "Mom, why were you moving so fast?".  I don't move that fast for just anyone, especially 7 months pregnant.  Had to be a funny thing for any of the people standing there witnessing our craziness. 

It wouldn't be us if we didn't have a dramatic ending.  I tell Jason about this and he starts humming our theme song - no words - just the theme music to the crazy circus.  The best way to explain it is: "doot doot doodle looda doot doot doo doo"  Got it?  Thought so.