Big weekend. HUGE.
We took all 3 kids to Greensboro for the JB concert. No. This is not my car. I looked way cooler in my mini-van with three screaming kids rocking it out to the "Believe" album. Wait.
Is it still called an "album"??
We went on Thursday to catch the snow and met Read there because he was away on business. Translation: I drove 3 kids and puppy in ice snow alone.
Yes, We are THAT family. We travel to see snow and 3" feels like 6. Teddy was beside himself. The snow was the opening act. I spent two days telling my kids how cool I am. If I was really cool, I'm thinking they wouldn't need convincing. During breakfast, I would do things like the "dougie" dance.
Say things like: Swag.
They think I'm a loser. Ok, so maybe I caught just a little of the Bieber fever. My husband would kill me, but he caught it too. If he starts grabbing his crotch more than usual, then I promise, I will never take him to another concert again. I digress.