The day has finally come. She's going to go on a dogsled ride and it's going to be fabulous and she's going to be best friends with all the dogs. Feast on the visual gorgeousness. Her face says it all.
Silent matching game. Yes, please.
Gentle ornament craft? Sign me up.
Pleasant, non-competitive dice game? Mmm-hmmm.
Softy and snuggly snow-ball toss? Darn tootin.
While Laney was off having the time of her life, we thought we better at least eat out. We made a spontaneous side-trip to the Penguin house on the way. Once will do you.
Luckily, every other living soul in Olathe decided that Cracker Barrel was the only place to eat tonight. It only took us an hour of claustrophobic "window shopping" before we got a table. My patience grew three sizes that day.
We went through Panda drive-thru on the way home and saved the majority of the kids meals for Mathew to heat up for lunch tomorrow. He will be in chicken finger heaven.
For now, he's in roast beef heaven. He's a squeaky-clean, brand new Arby's employee. I ordered jalapeno poppers to celebrate. With Bronco Berry sauce, of course.
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