I think I'm behind in my emails again. It's also snowing. Perhaps those two things are correlated - like ice cream sales and drowning.
Susan & Jonathan arrived Friday for a fun weekend visit. Jesse cried especially hard when they left. This also allowed me to escape sans kids on Saturday to go meet my new nephew - who is just too cute! (For those of you who have not seen the pictures on my facebook page, you are totally missing out). Saturday night I stayed home with 3 kids while the rest of the adults went to Timothy's basketball game. They lost (again), but you wouldn't know it from Susan's pictures - makes it look like quite a thrilling game!
Here's a gem of a conversation I had with Jesse on Sunday:
Jesse: I'm hungry
me: what do you want?
Jesse: I don't know?
me: a banana?
Jesse: no
me: salami?
Jesse: no
me: granola bar?
Jesse: no
me: well then WHAT??
Jesse: just get me something special that I've never seen before
We've booked Jocelyn's friend party at Chuck E. Cheese's for 2/5. She's very excited. Also for her birthday, she wants to have a sleepover with me in my room while Josh sleeps in her room. She snores less, so I agreed right away. We haven't told Josh yet.
Today Jocelyn is wearing her preschool graduation shirt from 2009. It was SO big on her then. It's so NOT big on her now.
Morgan, while still a large boy, has been looking marginally smaller these days. Josh weighed him and he lost 2 lbs (not sure how much he grew at the same time), so hey, that's something. We thank youtube, which Morgan has now learned to navigate such that he can watch old episodes of teletubbies in Russian instead of eating.
Timothy has another girlfriend (for those not keeping track - that's number 4 this school year) and this one seems to be a good match and he seems quite enamored with her. It's cute.
Our year end bonuses pay out in February, so I look forward to being rich for one whole day until Josh uses it to pay off last year's bills. I better get the champagne ready, don't want to miss the window!
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