Passing the Time

I had to deliver a wedding cake on Sunday to Llano and I had to take both kids along. Fun, fun! Poor Blaire was left in charge of Brayson once we got there. I thought maybe they would just sit in the car and wait for me, but Brayson decided that was a bad idea. I told Blaire to let him run around bare footed on the church lawn since I didn't have time to put his shoes on. So she chased him all around the church grounds and even in the church a couple of times (real professional to have a bare-footed child following you into the beautifully decorated sanctuary screaming MaMa!) I threatened Blaire and told her to keep him outside. The grass appeared to be lush and sticker free, but after about 15 minutes I came out of the church to find Blaire sitting on a bench with Brayson sprawled out in her lap screaming. He had gotten into a batch of stickers with his little bare feet and Blaire being the good sister that she is, was trying desperately to remove them. She was not too happy with him. I picked him up and decided to let him sit in the driver seat of the car and "drive" while I continued to set up the cake. When I came back out about 20 minutes later this is what I found: