Baby it's cold outside!

It was a blustery first day of spring break. Lauren and Kenna are now in Florida, after the two hour delay we spent chillin in the airport this afternoon.

 

And because of said delay, dinner was Chick-fil-a for Kate, Ty, Greg and I where a balloon artist supplied my children with weapons. Ty, filled with absolute glee informed us he was ready to beat us up when we got home.

 

Joy. Pure Joy. We needed to find a place to let the kids burn energy and Chick-fil-a did not disappoint. The weather got the wrong memo and is providing winter rather than the spring we requested for outside activities this week.

The opposite of joy. Drywall repairs began tonight. Greg gets to work on the house throughout another vacation week. He's thrilled. I may need to hide the balloon swords.