Getting Twisted

This is what happens at our house on a cold, rainy Friday night. Camden decided to play Twister and thought that Mommy should join him. I told him that wasn't going to happen, but I would be happy to spin the dial for him. He lasted a few rounds and then this happened:

A few days ago we were at the grocery store and Camden took off with the cart. I was busy picking out bread and looked down the aisle for him. There he was looking back over his shoulder saying, "Come on Mommy, run. You can do it!" I took off after him and passed a man that told me I had better get to stepping. I said "Thanks a lot!" to the stranger man and finally caught up to Camden. I guess he really is trying to whip me into shape, but jogging thru a grocery store or playing Twister is not my idea of a work out! Ha.

I turned our clocks Saturday night for Daylight Savings Time. Thank goodness the next morning when I thought I had slept until 9:00 and was late making breakfast for Camden, I got on Skype with Daddy and he pointed out to me that I had turned the clock forward instead of back! Daddy saved the day!!