I guess that place with the very cold sugar milk that has a name like a frigid rock must have it out for me.
Justin and I decided to “live it up” yesterday when we I said it would be a fantastic idea to go to Wilson’s Creek Battlefield as a family. This would have been great, except both of our kids were riding in strollers and it just wasn’t what I pictured in my head. We walked down the road (not a trail like I envisioned), got about a quarter of a mile out and I said, “We can’t go any farther because we’re going to have to walk back up this hill!” We then proceeded to walk back to our car and DRIVE around the Battlefield. I think my three-year-old son was a bit disappointed because he just kept saying that we were lost and he wanted to go home :). Things just don’t always turn out quite the way I picture them.