After pulling up all my favorite shots since the last time I blogged (which has been a while), these next few might be the best to describe what has happened in the last week and a half. Yes, that's my naked baby enjoying hot dogs over the fire pit (this was the day we set up our new grill so I'm still not sure why we had a fire pit) and trying to feed June who kept sneaking over:
while her brother polishes off 7 slices of watermelon while wearing his pajamas and snowboots:
It's been a rough week wherein Matthew has spent most of the week in pajamas and snowboots (don't ask) and Catherine's been ultra clingy. Turned out that the kiddos picked up pink eye and Catherine's still having ear troubles. I put the family on self-imposed house arrest so they'd recover before the big trip. Working 2 full days a week instead of a mix of half days and full days has been great for me - except then it means that when the kids get sick I miss 50% of my work week. With just Matthew I could bring him into the office and he'd sit in the corner for while I knocked out my most pressing to-dos. With Catherine and Matthew in my office, it's chaos that knows no bounds. Much like the rest of my days, something cute and aww-inducing like this:
However, we survived the week, leaving James at home with a messy but quiet house and my bringing my boisterous pair into other people's clean houses. You'd think that I would have been completely packed and ready to go on our trip with all that extra time at home and staying away from work and friends but the kids were a hot mess AND they both really enjoy taking things out of containers.
Oh yeah, and my alma mater blew up in a whirlwind of disappointment and stupidity, so I of course created a twitter account solely to stalk the news stories and the bajillions of wahoos wittier and more insightful than I am adding in commentary, which didn't help my productivity levels at all. Even though I probably packed 5 or 6 times that week I didn't have much to show for it. Matthew however, was pretty jazzed about the trip all week. We counted the nights until the trip. One particular day he emerged from nap triumphantly announcing: "2 nights and go on the airplane. No sleep on the airplane." I won't lie, I had second thoughts about the whole trip after this declaration. The night before we left James asked Matthew to put some toys in his backpack to bring with us. Matthew saw this as a challenge and after fitting in as much play food as possible, he went back to the toy bin for smaller animals to squeeze in. Once he finished with those he headed back for his flat blocks and any other small things. Well played son. Well played.