Anyway, I don't plan on officially shutting things down, but I do think it's safe to assume you won't be hearing from me as often, at least for the foreseeable future. I'll still be sure to report back with updates on the twins (hello fast-approaching 3rd birthday!), intermittent weekend recaps, and maybe, just maybe, an update on the master bathroom remodel. Rumor has it that they will be installing the barn doors this week, thus completing the project, but rumor also originally had it that they would be wrapping up in mid-February, so take that with a grain of (clearly a little bitter) salt.
So, weekend recap time. We are knee-deep in what can only be referred to as birthday party season. In our families alone, there are 12 birthdays that occur between the end of March and end of May. And somehow we seem to have befriended a lot of people with children that also celebrate Spring birthdays. So basically when weekends roll around these days, the twins are guaranteed to ask us, "Whose birthday party are we going to?"
This is great because it means a lot of socializing and eating, which is right up my alley. This is mildly concerning, however, in that it further secures my fate of ending up with diabetes. Such is life.
Anyway, we celebrated two birthdays this weekend, only one of which was well-documented:
In case you're wondering, yes, they got sand everywhere. And yes, Clara licked all of the frosting off that cupcake and then she declared she was finished.
We also had a first at our house on Saturday evening with a family movie night! We busted out the twins' sleeping bags, turned on "The Lion King," and of course, popped a bowl of popcorn. I'd say the whole thing was a big hit, minus the part where Mufasa died and Colby turned to us, concerned, and said, "What happened to his daddy??"
And since we seem to be going in reverse order, let's talk about Friday night. We went out to dinner with some friends sans-children and of course I had to get pictures with both of my other halves:
The evening was going quite well until we left the restaurant and I suddenly developed an overwhelming desire to vomit. Because I have a stomach of steel, I did not end up tossing my cookies, but I did take a long bath and fall asleep watching "Dateline" at home while Brian resumed the evening with the others. Thankfully I woke up feeling better on Saturday, but let this be a warning to you all that massive amounts of Mexican food (and a margarita) are not necessarily the best combination when dealing with sinus drainage. You're welcome.
Looking forward to a short work week and a long Easter weekend with the twinkies (where we celebrate, yes, the resurrection of Jesus, and also another family birthday!)