Weekend Fun

I'll finish the cruise update later, but I wanted to post some really cute pictures of the kids from this weekend. Brent took them to a little workshop at Home Depot on Saturday morning where they got to make bird house rain gauges. It was freaking adorable and the kids really seemed to enjoy it. They were just too stinkin' cute!

Today, I made a point to take my camera around with us just because I really haven't taken it out enough lately. Plus, I was in a picture taking mood. Before, I couldn't walk out the door without my keys, wallet, cell phone, and camera, and I've just been kicking myself for not keeping up with the everyday pictures.

We painted our toes, played outside, took the kids to Waffle House for the first time ever (Woot! Woot!), dealt with the Toyota Camry recall, and went to Sams. It was all completely uneventful except for one thing that Callie said in the car on the way to breakfast and it was the most creepy, unusual thing I have ever heard one of them say. It's seared into my brain and even just thinking about it now its pulling my stomach up into a tight knot. Here's how it went:

Callie: "I don't like those things in the middle of the road."

Me: "What? The guard rails?"

Callie: "Yep."

Me: "Why?"

Callie: "Because they hurt me."

Me: "They hurt you? What do you mean they hurt you?"

Callie: "They hurt me when I jumped the guard rail. I landed on the other side of the road and the cars over there smooshed me."

Me: "Callie? What are you talking about?!"

Callie: "When I jumped the guard rail, the cars on the other side smooshed me. I should have gone over by the trees and stayed there. Then, I would have been safe. I'll do that next time."

Brent: "Callie? Are you talking about a dream?"

Callie: "No daddy. I was steering."

Brent and I just looked at each other like, 'what in the HELL is this kid talking about'?!?! She wouldn't drop it either and carried on for another 5 minutes about it. I had to pull a complete mental disconnect and just not think about it. It made me sick to my stomach. I just couldn't handle it. All I could think about was this little kid I remembered from Primetime a few years ago. (If you are interested enough to watch, don't forget Part 2 in the related videos sidebar.) We decided that this child isn't getting her driver's license until she's at least 40! Wow!