All kinds of no plans.

There was no real game plan for weekend. Just how I like it. So, we had an impromptu spaghetti-dinner-sleep-over with the cousins. They stayed up waaaaay too late for being in the under-6 crowd. B had to walk across the hall to lay down the law once or twice. I woke up suddenly a little after midnight, shocked to not hear little voices. I snuck over to check on them, and PTL everyone was sound asleep on the floor. Seeing them all snug makes me long for the day that Becks has a sibling to stay up late with :)

Earlier today we visited the Cincinnati mecca of all super markets: Jungle Jims.

Jungle Jim’s is a crazy big super market mecca of everything. Like forty dollar ostrich eggs. In case you ever need the equivalent of 36 eggs. In one egg. {Sidenote: that completely grosses me out.}

We bought Becks that coconut. I have no idea what we’ll do with it. He’s pretty excited about taking a hammer to it, though. Sullee and Chels went with us, too. Dang, she’s cute.

They have an entire mile of the store dedicated to candy. It caused a lot of internal debate for Becks as he had to choose from a wall of a thousand Pez dispensers. #kidproblems

We had a lot of fun. I felt like a tourist.

The day ended with dinner at my parents house – pinto beans, cornbread, and mustard greens. SO YUM. There might’ve been a little flying the friendly skies via Papa Airlines, too. Oh, to be four.

Then we came home and Becks decided he wanted to sleep on the floor again. I let him. What’s another night on the floor? Plus, there will be a day when he doesn’t sleep on the floor, in a spot I made, with Snoopy and the gang. And, I’ll miss it. So, sleep on the floor he will.

I love having no plans weekends :)