I Owe Carson For That One

It was another quiet weekend here at home as we completed our marathon of rest and hopefully got rid of the sickies once and for all. Did you know that kids can watch the same movie over and over and over until your brain feels like it's bleeding a little inside? They can, and this weekend we viewed Ratatouille more times than I want to think about. It's so hard to keep kids down without relying on the TV. If I had been a pioneer, I would have tied myself to the back of a horse and buggy and waited for a cross country trek. I.wouldn't.have.made.it.a.single.day.

So, to cheer myself from my cabin-fever, I set to work organizing and cleaning. I spent several hours in Squish's room going through four huge tubs of old girl's clothes to sort and clean. Knowing all that stuff will be put to use elsewhere makes me want to shout from the rooftops. I can't wait to usher it out the door.

Then, I invested in this little beauty and have found myself in love.Thank you, thank you, thank you dear Ms. Hansen, for your ingenious invention of a French manicure pen. Could beautiful, prenatal vitamin enhanced nails have any greater need for celebration? I think not.

Finally, we took the kids to hit a few buckets of balls at the golf course today and in my extremely vain (and pregnant) state of mind, I purposefully left the camera at home so as not to have my humungo waggin' that I'm draggin' be viewed by the peeps of the world wide web. Trust me. I saved you a sight. But imagine my adorable kids, their fearless father, and me in all my glory swinging those golf clubs and having a ball. (Wink, wink.) We rocked that place. And after three weeks in quarantine, being outside in the sunshine was like, well, being outside. In the sunshine.

Hope you had fun too.