Remember how last weekend my children were angels? That didn't last. This weekend my children proved extremely challenging. My husband wasn't all that angelic either. Still, we carried through. Sam won't ever stop making noises. Sound after sound, after buzz after made up word after song after nonsensical syllable. He has a never-ending case of verbal diarrhea. It gets old. Davis is so, so, so, so, strong willed and STUBBORN. I know my mother is secretly thinking the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. But still. It gets old. Still, we carried through. We had a friend over on Friday after school. It was a beautiful day and the kids beat each other with light sabers and ran around outside discovering new "forts" down in the gulley by the river. We had pizza and watched a terrible, horrible movie for family movie night. Saturday we took off early. The boys dropped me off for my hair appointment while they all went to the SOAR festival at the ...