creme soda

Friday night we packed up and headed to Breckenridge. First stop - Tommy Knockers Brewery in Idaho Springs. Oh, that grilled cheese sandwich. How I've missed it! It really is delicious and if you haven't had the opportunity to try it well, you're just missing out on a little cheesy goodness in your life.

The girls were so sweet on the ride up and so good at the restaurant. Gwyneth was quite pleased to show off her crayons and colored to her heart's content.

Now, here's where the story really gets good. Annabelle has never had a soda before. Of course, we've let her try ours (very small sips) on occassion and she had a sip of root beer in St. Louis last August. We've never allowed her to have her OWN. Not quite sure what clicked in the car, but we decided she could order her own soda at the restaurant. This was to only be a special treat this one time (yeah, right!).

We ordered her the home brewed orange creme soda and it came in it's very own bottle. Of course she wanted to drink it straight from the bottle. When the waitress set it down in front of her, she said "Thank you. Look, my beer!". She then proceeded to refer to it as her 'beer' the rest of the meal. As if I wasn't feeling guilty enough giving her a little soda, her announcing to the restaurant that I gave her a 'beer' definitely puts me back in the running for Mother of the Year.

When I asked if I could take her picture she quickly agreed, while her daddy ensured that the label was facing out. Apparently we need concrete proof we didn't actually give her a beer - it's creme soda, I swear!!

  

We finally made it up to Breckenridge just in time for the girls to get PJ's on and head to bed. Suprisingly, Annabelle wanted to sleep in a pack-n-play like Gwyneth, which luckily we have two of up there. They fell asleep face to face right next to each other giggling through the mesh.

Gus and Consuelo arrived late Friday evening to spend the weekend with us. The jokes started that night and just kept on flowing the entire weekend....