Sometimes you feel like an Indian.....sometimes you don't.

I decided last week that I needed an extra day in my weekend. All the talk on Facebook about everyone being on Spring Break just made me jealous.

Since Madyson is having Spring pictures made at school this week, I decided to make a trip to Gymboree. Mom said she was feeling up to a shopping trip and decided to go as well. Usually we have a child or three with us when we go somewhere but we were alone. We had adult conversations with no interruptions and no fight from the back seat from Madyson tell Luke that Thomas the Train is NOT real....because you know, Barbie, she's totally real.

It was heaven. Well, ok, maybe not heaven, but it was totally wonderful.

The best part of the trip was the food. Yes, the food. We finally tried Red Robin out. You may have already experienced it, but it was a first for us. After years of enduring commercials on tv and having no Red Robin in driving distance, we finally have one. I had the best hamburger that has ever come in contact with my taste buds. But honestly, the drink I had was so good I would drive to Pensacola for one right now. It was called a freckled lemonade. I highly recommend it. Your taste buds will thank me later.

When we returned home, we took the little people to the park. To say they enjoyed it was a gross understatement. There were about 11 other children there....all in the same family. No kidding. I overheard this conversation between Madyson and one of the little girls. (Oh and to just set the scene, it is important to know the other children were Hispanic.)

Madyson: Isn't your name Aygina?

Little Girl: No, it's Jessica.

I have no idea why that was so funny to me, but it was.

Benjamin refused to have his picture taken until he got here and then started screaming "CHEESE!"


Alas, all good things must come to an end and this was Luke's response to leaving the park. We really should get him out of the house more often.

The icing on the cake from my weekend was the conversation between the two big kids during lunch on Sunday.

Madyson: I'm a Poarch Creek Indian. Are you?

Luke: No, I'm from Alabama.

To clarify, neither of them have enough Indian in them to be on the roll like their mother. I am also fairly certain they have the same mother and father so there is no way one could be and one not.