Boston's Preschool took a field trip to the North Salt Lake Fire Station. I left Naomi with my mother in law so Boston and I could have some fun with his class. I thought he would love it. Things didn't go quite as planned... I dry heaved the whole 30 min drive there, Boston fell asleep which meant when we arrived and I had to wake him up - he was a monster, he whined/cried wanted to be held and carried the whole time, I fought puking the whole time, and then did end up throwing up twice on the way home. In a taco bell bag. While driving on the freeway. It was like, the best day ever. But you might not know it by these pictures! See how tricky blogs can be? I could have just posted these pictures with cute captions with lots of exclamation points, telling you how much fun we had. But that wouldn't be real at all...
We don't look half bad considering... right? The only telling photo is the group shot with Boston's class. Don't you love it when your kid is the only one crying in a photo. I feel like it happens to me a lot.
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