Haberdashery

What a week it's been. If last week was hectic, this one followed suit, and the one before us promises to be no less crazy. Sunday was Mother's Day with all of its celebration. Wednesday my mom and I were treated by my brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law to a Phillies game for Mother's Day. Then on Thursday the same brother graduated from Temple University, and was no less than one of the speakers at the ceremony. More on that to follow. That evening we all went out to dinner to celebrate and then the rest of the weekend was filled with family fun and a bridal shower on Saturday for a church friend. Barely time to catch my breath over these next few days before my mother-in-law arrives for an eagerly anticipated visit from Atlanta starting Wednesday. In the meantime there is cleaning and cooking and laundry, appointments to schedule, blogs to be written, a wedding gift to keep making...the list goes on.

Last week wasn't just crazy with activity, both boys have continued to suffer from yucky spring colds and my normally cheerful Davis has been a challenge to say the least. This final molar is kicking his sweet little butt and ours in the process. It was the kind of week with the children where if I didn't focus on the happy moments, I began to question my own fitness to be a mother at all. So I did things like force Davis to wear silly bonnets while I took pictures.

Random sidenote: please tell me I'm not the only one who has carried their baby downstairs atop a basket of laundry??? Anyone? You're faced with a dilemma. How do you get a tiny baby and basket of laundry downstairs? Two trips? Ugh. I climb the stairs countless times a day as it is. My solution was to place Evie gently into a little clothing nook in the basket and slowly, carefully proceed down the steps.

The pictures here are from graduation day. The one of the boys with Papa, which I have unofficially dubbed "The Three Musketeers", is my new favorite of them. The one of Evie below was taken in the car while we were stuck in traffic on the way home from the graduation. What to do but take pictures of my T-Tiny? Her eyes get bigger and bluer by the day.

I'll leave you with a little anecdote from yesterday. We were all walking from church to the car. On the opposite side of the street were a few people walking a dog. Davis, in his booming voice yelled, "Hey, dog!" I couldn't help but laugh. There's something hilarious about the phrase "hey dog" actually being used in a literal sense to greet a canine. Spoken by a little half-pint, like D, it's priceless.