Sunday we got up and went to church with some of parents friend's who live just outside of Orlando. Sacrament was about all the cousins could take, so we headed back to the time share and kicked up our heels. My mom fixed a yummy dinner of chicken turnovers, rice, fruit, and our daily dose of ice cream in our Pirate Cups "yo-ho, yo-ho a Pirate's life for me". Which is funny because Em hasn't stopped singing that song since we got home from Orlando - thank you Pirates of the Caribbean.
