Six of Spaids

Will went to Virginia.

While he was there he…

…drove by the house he grew up in…

…hung out with his parents (sorry Greg and Dorothy – this was the only picture!)…

…drove a sweet/expensive rental car…ONE reason I’m glad to turn 25…

…went to our old church…which has changed A LOT…

…ate tons of delicious food…

…saw this guy get married…

…while wearing a tux…

…hung out with old friends (I used to babysit that girl on the left. sigh.)…

…more friends…

…more friends…

…slept on the couch…

…and then flew home.

Also while he was gone Charlie, Libby and I had a “girls’ night in” and had movie theater popcorn. It came with floss. Which I thought was ingenious.

The end.

Will is going on an extended (three week) training thing for work the end of next month.

One month from today.

I told him he could expect to come home and sit on the floor.

I’m getting rid of the all the furniture.

I’m so done with this.

I mean that in the least spoiled way possible.

If that’s possible.

I am spoiled. And picky. And slightly high-maintenance.

I like movie theater popcorn.

I am watching The Nanny on nick@nite.

I think Jack from 24 is guest starring. Not as Jack, obviously.

We went to the zoo today. It was hot. And a blast.

I came home and took a long nap with my littlest child.

Which is probably why I am watching The Nanny at this hour.

I finally did some sewing for Ben.

Simple little pants.

Got the pattern out of Making Children’s Clothes.

I love them.

I think they’ll fit for a long time.

I would make some changes next time…

Will thinks I should blog everyday.

I would like to. At least most days.

However, when we both have “free” time (aka – when three little people are asleep)…we can’t both be on the laptop. Or, the notebook, excuse me.

Simple math, it doesn’t work out.

And I think my “old” college desktop would explode if I tried to upload pictures on it.

Hm…:)

My house is not clean.

The clothes are not put away.

The dishes are not done.

Yet, I make blogging a priority. I really enjoy it.

It’s my thing.

Other people have things too, right?

That being said: I’m a mom first.

Sometimes there aren’t enough hours in the day.

Or something like that.

I read this on a different blog:

“To blog is human. To comment is divine.”

I loved it. Still do.

I wish this were single spaced.

Adios.

Am I getting teeth? Or…?

Look at my drool bib.

Look at my grumpy face. My mom can’t put me down for two seconds. Even if I’m asleep. Especially if I’m asleep.

At least my sister is happy. And clean.

She even cleaned the inside of the shower (with soap). She’s so sweet and thoughtful.

Unfortunately, while my mom was cleaning the rest of the bathroom she got bleach on her favorite pair of black exercise pants that she’s had since she was pregnant with Charlotte, so like five years. She’ll still wear them, but now she can’t wear them in public. Yes, she wears athletic wear in public…even though she really never works out. All.the.time. She’s like the poster child for getting bleach on clothes. She also needs a) a new wardrobe; b) to lose twenty pounds; c) a maid.

My brother is also happy/super cute…even though he kept jumping on me and my mom while I was trying to sleep.

Goodnight, moon.