Pictures have the magical ability to capture a moment--like these three minutes of bliss on the little train at the Bees game.
But they suck at telling the before--like when we were standing in line for AN HOUR while I held 30lb-Tate and he kept smacking me and saying "Want. Ride. Train."--or the after when we were finally back at our seats and Curtis was mad that I wouldn't buy him a $6 lemonade so he decided to launch the lid to his water bottle into the crowd 15 rows ahead of us, followed by me saying,"That's it. We're going home,"
When will I learn that I can't really take all three of my kids to a sporting event all by myself?