Oh Sunny Day: This, that, and a Birthday Party!

In the last week and a half, there have been many events MUCH worthy of mentioning...if I can remember them all, it will justify why I have not posted a blog in the last 10 days.

The kids and I went to a family reunion. It was hot, humid, and yucky.

Grandma Violet spent most of the day holding Isabelle, as usual, and Carter ran around like a monkey.

Unfortunately, the reunion was in an un- airconditioned shelter.

Unfortunately, Carter fell face first onto the sidewalk, scraped his head, nose, and got a bloody lip.

And unfortunately, neither of the kids got their naps and there was hell to pay when we got home at 4 pm.

And unfortunately this made mommy very irritated and wanting a break SOOO badly, but no one wanted to nap. Rather, they both cried for 30 minutes; too tired to sleep, and too upset to eat...until daddy came home from work. THANK YOU, LORD. Then I don't know what happened. I went to bed and locked the door.

This is just another reason I have said in the past, and I'll say it again, we are all much happier if we just stay home.

A few days later, our cousin (and life saver) Brit came to stay with us. This same day after a short road trip to pick her up, day care called and said Carter had a fever, and he needed to get picked up. So, we brought him home and went to see the Doc. Usually when Carter is has a fever this high, he is sick. But not this time. No strep, no ear infection, no nothing. So, for the next 3 days Carter stayed home with a fever.

Brit, in ALL her free time (which ended up to be little since Carter was home) was planning a garage sale for me. In my garage, in the humidity, and in the heat, she was laying out all the baby clothes. (Selling the baby clothes is incentive to not get pregnant any time soon.) The first day of the sale was successful, and Brit manned the fort like a pro, while I was at work.

The same night of the first day of the sale, our cousin Dawn was getting married.

I couldnt go, since I was working, but Brit was able to catch a ride with my sister and attend the affair. I wished I could have gone so badly, but with Jer having to be to work at 1:30 AM the next morning, (insane, isn't it???) he really needed me to be there so he could go to bed by an early hour that evening. And what was I to do with the kids if I took them with??? Carter had been sick, and needed his sleep. And Isabelle....well, she's a piece of cake so I guess that wasn't an issue. BUT, Carter, really needed to be home. So, the decision was made. I had to stay home.

However, the next morning was day 2 of our exciting garage sale!!!! And I needed to be up at 6:30am, well rested, and ready to go.

This, I was.

But only to find a massive storm system hovering over my house. It started to get windy, it started to get dark, and it started to down pour. In the middle of this down pour, my faithful friend Dina showed up, just like she said she would, to help with the garage sale and the kids.

Upon walking in the door, she announced that there would be no sale anytime soon, and that we were going back to bed. This, we did. Till 8 am.

The sun was shining, and it was time for a sale!!!....then the kids woke up. I was stuck in the house getting breakfast going, while my faithful friend, Dina, set up the sale just like she said she would. I LOVE HER!!!! And I think I owe her a very large favor.

The sale went on, somewhat unsuccessful in it's 2nd day. I think the rain was to blame.

Then aound 11 am, Brit came back from the wedding, and she left shortly after to go home. I was sad. I wished I could have gone to the wedding, and I wished I could have spent more time with Brit. I miss her dearly, and want her to come live with me. I mean really, what's more important; the 11th grade, or living with your needy cousins????

The next day was Carter's 2nd birthday party! Jer had requested the day off, was granted it, then it was taken away, and then he was put on call. So, we had a pretty good chance that he would be home.

And this, he was.

And it was a perfect day. Carter was happy and silly and laughing, and Bell-Bell was cheeky as usual, and daddy was home with us on a Sunday, and the house got cleaned, and the lawn got mowed, and the cake was made, and the errands were ran, and naps were taken by all.....except poor poor daddy, who never seems to get a break. (I do need to mention that it was no ones fault but his own. He had the opportunity, but didn't take it.)

Carter had his party, and got his toys. This year, he's really into cars and spiderman. What a lucky boy he is, because he got some of both for his birthday!