This long, long weekend has taken toll on the brats and me. We HAD to go to the grocery store this afternoon or we'd have almost starved. Nolan immediately demands a treat for being good the moment we enter the store. He immediately proceeds to be HORRID. I tell him he's not getting a treat because he's being naughty. At this point I have 3 things in the cart. He starts screaming bloody murder "I am good, Mommy. I AM GOOD". Yeah. So, because we needed to eat I kept shopping, much to the dismay of the other shoppers. Many sympathized with me but I did get a few scowls of "I should call CPS". Oh, and I'm carrying whining, kicking brat #2 under my arm. #1 screamed the entire time. Entire.
I hope to get some wedding pictures posted later tonight. If I haven't killed my kids and been hauled off to jail.