Bobby D!

Every once in a while this toughmama has to go see the master. And, Thursday night we did just that.

See the set list here.

Bob has yet to lose his magic, and good fun was had by all. Thanks to all who made it possible (ahem, dad). :)

If you got a letter from me

And it was a little out dated, let me explain. I took the boys to get Wal-Mart pictures. We'll go on the safe side and say that it was July. Picture sending is not a simple task, and can only be done once the bugs are snug. I have to spread the pics out into several categories, label the backs, hand write a heart-felt note, find the addresses, AND have stamps in order to get them all out. This task is almost as monumental as sending Christmas cards; maybe I should have made the boys don Santa hats. So anyway, by the time the kiddos were snoring and I gathered all of my materials: scissors, pen, stationary, address book, and clips of the boys strained smiles, I was zonked. I would write 2, maybe 3 letters, realize that I was beyond tired, and pack everything away until a more convenient time. I finally finished the first phase of the process, and then proceeded to ride the letters around in the car with me instead of putting them in the mailbox, somehow thinking they would be better off at the post office which is nowhere near our house. So here it is September, and believe it or not, I still have 2 cards to send, without addresses on them. Who know what the notes on the inside say. When I first began the process, Eli couldn't even walk. Now he is practically running, but I hesitate to open the unsent for fear that they will make their way to the bottom of the to-do list pile and never reappear. Tomorrow's post will be about how I used to be better at correspondence and friendships. I promise I did. I blame it on the kids.

Oh, and if you didn't get WalMart pics, and would like some, please let me know. I'll send you copies within a couple of weeks of your request.

Turning 28 for the 4th year in row

"But, I don't want to be 31." - me
Caressing my cheek, "But you have to, sweetie." -ollie

No Bath Fridays

Rule!! If you've never tried this, I highly recommend it. It is such a joy at the end of a long week to realize one part of the routine isn't necessary. The boys enjoy it, too. Sometimes we do in fact rinse off, or like this week, we had bath Friday, and no bath Saturday instead because they were disgusting. We usually change sheets on the weekend anyway, so no worries of bed-bugs.

We have been out of town, or had guests the past 3 weekends in a row, and this weekend was joyfully uneventful. We bought bikes and a trailer (not for that much), and had a long bike ride. Evan is going to start biking to school, since we live so close. Anywho, life chugs on in the Boro, I can smell fall coming, and I have no bath Friday to look forward to next week so it will feel like we are off the hamster wheel for even a couple of minutes.

Surfs up dude