Week in Pics

There's been no time to blog this week, so here is what we've been up to:

Last Thursday I hosted a Mary Kay party for a friend of mine, Rachel Stooksbury, who is just getting started in her business. Because it ended up just being a few of us, Darlene and I decided to let our girls join us. They couldn't have been more ecstatic about this idea!

On Friday, Riley Grace spent the night and I left for Zumba on Saturday morning. I found some incredibly interesting pictures on the camera from my time away. This is one of them.

Monday was Brad's 11th birthday. Since he was on Spring Break, he was allowed to have a sleepover with one of his best buddies. Here they are practicing for "A Minute to Win It."

On Tuesday, the boys both had their yearly physicals. This was a riot in so many ways. Unfortunately for Brad, he had to get four shots. But the doctor told him there were no more boosters until he's 21, so he chose to focus on that. I wish you could have seen Bryant strutting around the room in his paper gown. I totally saw how he could become a flasher later in life if we don't channel this energy elsewhere.

Brad knew that his birthday present from us was supposed to arrive via UPS around 5:00. I like to call this one "Anticipation."

And the big reveal:

We have the Lego version of Rock Band, which is quite enjoyable and totally G-rated. Love it! So for his birthday, Brad finally got the drum set. I played them tonight in a little Swords family concert, and I have to admit that it is pretty addictive. :)

I think we can totally hit the road.

Sadly for the band, they only had a 30-minute window to play in before my Bible study girls arrived. Since I was in such a picture-taking mood, and almost everyone was here this week, I forced them all to sit for a photo. These are my girls. I can't imagine this journey without them.

Wednesday morning, it was also time for Lily's yearly checkup. There are no words for how things went yesterday while I was attempting to get this cat into our cardboard carrier. Simply put, she wasn't having it. I don't know if she suffers from claustrophobia or what, but there was no way she was going in that box. I had her completely in at one point and was putting the cardboard flaps through when she quite literally burst through the top of the box and ripped it open. It was Steroid Kitty. I finally agreed to just let Bailey carry her in the back seat of the van and prayed like crazy she wouldn't bolt out of my arms in the parking lot. It was a crazy morning, but she came through like a champ. Brad was kindof miffed that she only had to get two shots, but satisfied himself with the thought that she indeed had to come back next year for more, while he, as previously mentioned, is through with shots until he is 21. (This has been a recurring theme since Tuesday.)

Today has been busy, but I made every effort to play with my kids when they asked, instead of sitting at my laptop and work like I felt I "should." I'm quite sure I'll remember that game of Horse in the sunshine this afternoon for a lot longer than my scoping efforts will make a difference in the World Trade Center litigation. At least to me. Definitely to my kids.

Tomorrow: Chuck E. Cheese in a joint party for my 11-year-old and soon-to-be 4-year-old sons. Total madness. Bring it. :)