Last week was busy. The busy was compounded by the fact that Ross and I have been sick. Him for 11 days and me for 17, but whose counting. Oh wait, I am! We seem to have some sort of allergy driven cold/flu/bronchitis type thing. Life is really hard with three kids when both parents are sick. And exhausted. But, we managed to pull another week out of our Mary Poppins carpet bag in spite of it all.
Wyatt had the week off of school for "kindergarten testing". That's a rant of a post on it's own, but I'll just avoid it for now. I had big plans to keep him busy, but being a sick parent with a lazy couch potato has it's advantages. Staying home and watching tv is one of them.
Haley and the kids came over to jump on the trampoline, watch bugs and eat lunch.
We waited for the floor guy to come and fix a bad spot on the floor. He never showed. We waited for the oven repair man to come back for the 4th time to finally figure out why our oven doesn't work. The igniter burned a hole through the base. We could have blown ourselves up. Good times.
I made two pioneer trek skirts and a trek apron for a neighbor's daughter. I made three fanny packs and a purse for my sister. I let my house become a total disaster. I still haven't put my living and dining rooms back together because the baseboards need to be caulked and painted.
The boys had four baseball games: Elliott on Tuesday and Thursday and Wyatt on Wednesday and Friday. Both boys played well. Both boys went 2-0. Both boys finished their regular season with error free games. Both boys teams are in the playoffs starting this week.
We attended cousin Luke's baptism. While at the church, Jack and Quinn were wearing the same outfits and Quinn saw a picture of Jesus holding a lamb on his lap. He turned to us and said, "Look at Jesus holding that cute puppy." It was pretty funny.
Ross finally got around to taking Wyatt shopping for his birthday present, a new bike, a month late. He's got to learn to ride it without training wheels, and after a few attempts on Saturday afternoon, he may be 12 before he can figure it out.
We ended Saturday with our first trip to the splash pad. My boys seem, at times, incapable of just "playing" and they spent all their splash pad time lying on the concrete instead of actually playing in the water. Oh well. And Quinn fell asleep. 7:00 pm naps are where it's at...only if the kid wakes up long enough to get his pajamas on and go back to bed. Those are pretty sweet nights.
Here's to another LONG week of baseball and school and hopefully not being too sick anymore. I'm getting tired of blowing bright pink brain matter out of my nose, while feeling like a small elephant is sitting on my chest.