Day 3....Sunday

Sundays are always hard, even if you are on vacation. Routine isn't 'normal' and there's always more fighting and yelling. Yes, Sundays are unfortunately, the worst day. I need to figure out a way to fix that.

I can't complain about breakfast though. These waffles were so good. So. Good. But something so good isn't so good for my pregnant body. It was a sugar overload and I felt lethargic most of the morning. When that dissipitated, I was starving. And then I over ate at lunch. I'm a mess. 

This kid. I don't even know. She is certainly almost 2. 

There was quite a bit of playing with play dough. I think my aunt may have every play dough kit available. It's insane.

This next week looks pretty busy. Here's to over-exhausted kids:)