After church we decided to go to Las Cruces for the hell of it. On the way there, the boys zonked out and I had to grab a picture. The trip to Cruces usually goes one of two ways. They boys are happy - doing whatever it is they do to stay happy. Or (as is more common) they fight the whole flipping way to the point where I'm asking myself why I ever thought going to Cruces would be a good idea. And very rarely - there is a third scenario where they fall asleep. It's rare - very rare - so I don't even think of it as an option. So when it happens - I treasure the silence and arrive in Las Cruces happy and content, lol.
Just don't ask me how the ride home was - I'd rather not talk about it!! (totally kidding, lol) :P
Just don't ask me how the ride home was - I'd rather not talk about it!! (totally kidding, lol) :P
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