Poor Dorothy was feeling so under the weather after school on Friday that she finished her lunch and chirped that she was going to bed to take a nap, AND SHE DID.
Menards for the win.
Saturday, we packed up the car and headed to Marshfield for a hockey tournament. Super fun, and I really wanted to go because last year Dorothy and I sat the out of town tourneys out and Ben and the boys had a blast. And now that Ive gone, I will just say that Ben can go to Green Bay by himself next month.
The kids, though, have become excellent hockey spectators.
And they love a good skeezy hotel pool.
Dorothy and I passed the time by taking a series of ridiculous selfies.