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Humble Pie



 When you start feeling good about yourself, and your parenting skills, go out in public with your toddlers.  And stay there past their bedtime.  It is a deeply humbling experience.  It is also an excellent way to shed some Calories.  

We went to a Lady Caveman volleyball game tonight.  Apparently the girls were disappointed that they didn't get to be cavemen, we must have had a little communication gap, so they did their best barbaric display all evening.  Sorry to the people sitting behind us.  And below us.  And beside us.   

Before the game, we knew things were going to go poorly when Carter started eating her pizza with her face.  I mean, she set it on the bench and went at it with no hands - face in the pizza.  We stopped her, but she continued to eat toppings down until she had a hole eaten clean through the middle of the slice.  We did not teach her that.  

Once we made it into the gym, it was well past their bedtime.  I hoped letting them run a little before hand had given them a chance to calm down.  It seemed to only amp up their crazy.  They cleaned the bleachers, did laps around their brothers, tried to ride me piggy back style while I was sitting down, greeted all the fans, lost their boots, and had to be hogtied.  

Also, one child, who will remain nameless, had wicked gas about every thirty-five seconds.  I'm not sure we will be invited back.  I think they may have taken down our names at the door.  Needless to say, nobody was sad to see us exit the building after the second match.  We know how to have a good time!

Go Lady Cavemen!  

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