Pathetic!!

What's pathetic, you ask? How about the fact that T brought home a note today from school talking about the Easter egg hunt (exciting!) and that she needs to bring eggs filled with TOYS, not CANDY for everyone in her class. (pathetic) Yeah, yeah, yeah- kids are fat. I get it. (If you think about it, it's the only holiday they really have to earn the candy- running around, pushing and shoving to get the most biggest shiniest sparkliest eggs...) So then let me ask- What's the difference between Easter candy and Halloween, Christmas, or Valentine candy? Are the sixlets too easy to choke on? Is the Easter bunny involved in some kind of cult that I am not aware of? (you should have seen the amount of sugary crap they had at the other parties) Get this- last week T came home (of course, they have snacks every day in kindergarten you know) excited because Louisa brought Doritos and Little Debbie cakes for snack time that day! You can see where I am going.... Pathetic!!!

My official stand - I am blaming the baby!

So basically at this point I have two options. Option #1- apologize profusely for my lack of dedication to this blog, and spend the next 5 days updating you on what has happened in our family over the last 6 (more?) months, including all of the special events, birthdays, and holidays and of course posting an OBSCENE amount of photos..... OR Option #2- blame the baby. Seems like such an obvious choice....

Status update- We are all doing great! I am now 6 months into my last pregnancy (that feels nice to say) and it's a GIRL! (Even better!) I know what you are thinking. 4 kids?! In 6 years?! Yeah..... that's what we are thinking, too. The boys seem to have no clue what's going on, but I secretly think that they understand and are planning their payback for when she arrives. Taylor on the other hand is totally excited, and that has been a lot of fun! Cade is, well- great. If I were him I'd be pretty sick of dealing with the hormones, puke, more puke, the fact that my significant other went on strike from doing dishes for a couple or few weeks... you know. But he still holds my hair and acts like he doesn't care that the laundry should have it's own zip code. You are my hero!!