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Of Laser Tag and Life

By some miracle of the world, I was able to get this whole weekend off!! My sister asked if I could come babysit so that her and her husband could go to dinner with his boss. I'm always down to see my little nuggets so Peter and I decided to come down for the night. I was jumped on and cuddle with by my youngest nephew and the older one was a little more focused on his video games (he earned Battlefront 2 for conquering RipRideRocket at Universal).

I love seeing them because it is easy. Even with one of them being developmentally delayed and needing constant supervision, this is an easy thing to do. I know this pattern and these people and what is expected of me and I love it. 

Peter and I also got to run around the house in the dark playing laser tag with the older nephew because he has home laser tag and it was pretty nifty. We hid flags in different areas and had to find them! I stubbed my toes 100 times and that wasn't great but running around is always exciting. We had pizza for dinner and watched parts of two movies. And then we played life (nephew won even though he thought he was doing terrible) and it was just great and fun and I love home. 
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