The sheriff is back in town

Justin and I just got back from our late anniversary trip to Estes Park, Colorado. Oh do I have stories. Just to give you a teaser...let's just say it's a good thing that I came back alive in one piece with nothing broken with all my close calls I had this trip.

We left the boys with my parents. I figured four days would be all that they (and we) could handle. I called at least twice a day. Most calls were good minus one day when Nolan was full throttle on the meltdown. Whew, that was embarrassing! I got on the phone with him and told him to go to his room. I couldn't believe it when he actually did it! At least that helped me feel a little bit redeemed.

One of the times that I called they had just finished up breakfast and my mom asked me if I let him have chocolate milk. We have let him drink ONE glass of chocolate milk (soy, at that!) if he doesn't wet the bed as a little incentive so I don't have to change the sheets so often. Dead serious, my mom let him eat cheerios with chocolate milk instead of white milk. He told her that I let him do that and she believed him!

Ok, so now that mom and dad are back in town...we're trying to get things back to "normal". Last night Justin and I were so anxious to put our hands on the boys, we didn't even care that it was 10:30. We tried waking them up but they were OUT! We go in to kiss Nolan and he smells like syrup! I told Justin that I bet she let them bathe in it while we were gone. I guess they took their role of spoiling their grandchildren to heart. So we're on sugar, movie, and TV detox...I'll let you know how it goes.