I had absolutely no intention of this happening.

Church was exciting today.

If, by exciting, I mean very mental exhausting (Adi), back-breaking (Wyatt), glare-giving (PG), slobbery, boogery fun (Sunbeam class I subbed for).  Notice that Piper's name didn't appear in any of my sarcastic parenthesis.  The girl is an angel in church.

Anywho, I was smart enough to throw a roast and taters in the crock pot in the morning, so we had a quick and easy dinner.  After we kissed our Daddy goodbye, I decided to load up the lot and go explore our possible-new neighborhood.

Mainly, I wanted to find a park close enough to walk to. This is high-up on the necessity ladder in this family.  Unfortunately, there weren't any.  And park we found was just a bit too far away for me to walk to with the kiddos, but since there is a mega-huge park only three miles away, I shall stop my complaining.

We stumbled upon a cute little park tucked away in a pocket of homes.  We had the windows rolled down while driving and the weather was absolutely perfect for playing outside.  The sun was beginning to consider setting and I felt that it would be a crime against mothering if I didn't let the kids loose to run free.

I did not have my camera (because, again, I did not plan on having any kind of fun), so I snapped away with my old-school iPhone- the pre-Siri one.  

There were swings.  Just two, but one of them was a baby-thingy, so Wyatt got lots of time in it.

The boys played on the slide and stuff.

And then the kiddos started climbing the climby-thing.  It's amazing how I know the exact name of all the playground equipment, right?

And since my kids are more Merrill than me, once they climb to top of something and don't get hurt, they then have to try to hurt themselves  trickier things.

And then it was time for baths, brushing of the teeth, and bedtime stories.

Awesome timing.