Day Trip Gone Bad

Growing up, my mom instilled in me the Golden Rule - if you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all.  So I tend to only blog happy, nice moments... and I feel like perhaps I have painted a very pretty picture, but not necessarily a realistic one.  I'm assuming the people who read this blog want to know what life is really like in our house, so today I wanted to share a not so happy experience...

I took Griffin and Sunny to Spectrum today (Troy stayed home with Gibs and Fletch). It's a festival downtown that has food, bouncy castles, face painting, pony rides, entertainment and so on.  It started off great, but ended with me carrying a screaming baby and dragging a screaming three year old by the arm for two blocks until we reached the mini van.  Granted, Sunny was hungry and Griffin was ready for his nap, but still, it was very embarrassing.  Here's an after shot of Griff... note the spiderman face paint which was washed away by his temper tantrum.  Thank goodness I only brought one baby...