With one kid back at school and the other still coming out of one hefty dose of anesthesia,
there's ample time to blog.
Because there's no more laundry to do.
Kind of like having your first newborn.
Minus the episiotomy.
So here is our crazy week.
Via Instagram photos.
My parents country club celebrated it's 100th birthday on September 10.
I like the club.
Even if sometimes it makes me feel like Miss Celia from The Help.
It's also paints a great picture of heaven.
One big party. Lots of food.
All on my Dad.
Well, and my mom.
That's where the analogy kind of crumbles.
Anyway, they had carnival rides.
A great band.
And a too-close-for-comfort-leave-with-shrapnel-in-hair fireworks show.
And September 10th may have been a poor life choice date for fireworks.
Word on the street is that they had some pretty irate neighbors.
But it was an amazing show.
Also, Dave and I ran off to Monterey for the night to celebrate our 12th wedding anniversary.
He golfed. I slept in.
Our favorite things.
Then we came home to this.
And pre-op appointments.
Being a nurse even though I hate blood.
And puke. And all thing nurse-worthy.
But I would do it a million times over.
But God is good in all our stuff.
And I will say I'm glad this crazy week is over.