Spring...what?

I'm just trying to figure out where the whole "Break" comes in, cause I'm not seeing it.
I've got three words for next year,"get outta here."
You too???

My babies

Will the next one break the mold?
Doubtful.
We'll be finding out a little sooner than we thought.
Like 12 days sooner.
I might just have to outsource my honey-do list.

Letter

Sunday afternoon the boys were going a little nutso, so we gave them the task to write Uncle Andrew. Chandler wrote the following letter all by himself. Possibly the cutest letter I've ever read (but I am biased).
Andrew's going to love it!(click to enlarge)

Giving in

Baden has had his birthday party planned for months now. I have no option, but to give him one. He's so excited he can hardly stand it. Just a simple birthday party. Since he's 4 I'm thinking that 4 little boys will be the limit. For starters I got the invite done (how great that I had the perfect picture filed away). I'm thinking a dress-up clothes relay would be appropriate (think Clark Kent) and maybe some relays with superhero capes, to get them good and tired before they go home. Any other ideas for me?

Bingo!

So excited to find exactly what I've been looking for to put in "The Girls' Room"... at Wal-Mart no less!
Free site-to-store shipping is the bomb.
So is shopping while sitting with feet up and laptop on my lap.

Remarkable

Look who fell asleep with me holding her this afternoon.
I don't remember the last time she did that.
Almost made me forget the 15 minutes of tantrum preceding this sweet moment.

How the day went down.

• Got out of bed at 8 am (daylight savings fault)
• Serenaded Brian “happy birthday” (32!)
  
• Sent Chandler to school without combing his hair
• Searched and found a bench (for a deal) to replace buckets in suburban
• Googled “how to cut your own hair”
• Took a Pepcid
• Told Baden his drawing of bears was really cool
• Reminded Carson 1.2 million times to put his shoes on
• Ate lunch and ice cream cake
• Cut (not trimmed) my own hair impulsively
• Sent the birthday boy to catch a plane (sorry your birthday dinner was going through the drive-thru of Wendy’s for chicken sandwich)
• Picked up children from school
• Watched it hail
• Waited for both boys’ soccer practices to be canceled
  
• Recruited some help for Relief Society Birthday Dinner
• Made appointment to get hair fixed
• Fixed dinner consisting of waffles and strawberries, and maybe we didn’t eat till 7:30 pm (hey the light was throwing me off)
• Watched it snow
• Put Kate to bed
• Put boys to bed
• Issued threats to boys not going to bed
• Enjoyed the peace & quiet
  

It would appear I didn't accomplish much. You got to have a day like that every once in awhile. Right?

Now, I’m going to bed with Pepcid within arms reach.

Look who's two!

(tomorrow)

(since typing this post she has undone her hair-do, demanded another bath, changed into another outfit and different pair of shoes. got me wrapped around her little finger? maybe...)

The good news is she's a completely normal 2 year old. She throws a mean tantrum (all credit goes to Kate for me not blogging this week. "close it" she says. i place blame on the 3 molars cutting through), says hi to strangers, REFUSES to sit in the cart at the store and thinks it's funny to hide from me, likes to go anywhere but home, and thinks that a girl can never have too many pairs of shoes and by golly all of them must be tried on every day!

We are set to party this weekend. There may or may not be pictures forthcoming. You know how that goes.