Getting old

I feel as though I've forgotten something. Something important. Taxes are done, there are three kids here safe and fed and Emily is snoring. So what have I forgotten?

Grace's birthday is coming up next month. We're still up in the air about if we're having it as a joint party or just having a small outing with Grace and a friend or two. In typical Mommy fashion, I've already started working on the favors for the party if it's joint with Georgia. If it doesn't work out, we can always just give the small "trinket keeper" bags that I'm making to the class on the week we bring in cupcakes for Grace's real birthday on the 25th.

I can rationalize anything.

Granne and Grandbob are going to a wedding in New Orleans next weekend so we are doing a cultural exchange with Louisiana and your father's parents are coming for a visit. We're in negotiations as to where they would like to sleep. The grandparents room will be available, but I think they might like the privacy of being downstairs. Not sure how your grandfather will deal with a full sized bed and a blow to the crotch in the morning when you guys jump on the bed. It's taken my dad a full two years to learn to tuck and roll whenever he hears the pitter patter of your little feet.

This is going to be short- I've got to try and find the shoes you have lost. How did we lose a brand new pair of Keens already? It's only April! I've looked everywhere and they have disappeared. Not in the van, the garage, the closet.... none of the usual place. We're going back to school this morning and Jordan and I are heading out for an action packed morning at the commissary. Yes, the new vinyl springy green tablecloth and grocery shopping. I party that hard.