The week in review

I have been carrying my camera around with me but not taking pictures, so I don't have a lot of pics to post. A week ago today, we got to see Grammy, Papa, Granddad, and Grandma during their 3-hour layover at RDU en route to Europe. It was so great to have Grandma and Granddad meet Colin. I took my camera, of course, to document the meeting, and then let them escape to catch their flight and completely forgot to get a picture. Sad. On Friday, Jason headed for the coast to compete in a triathlon. I wasn't there so...no photos. The surf ended up being so rough that they cancelled the swim, so he technically did a modified duathlon. He still had fun. While he was gone, the boys and I hung out with my brother Mark (also spouseless for the evening) and his kids. We took them out to dinner, where it looked like we were a couple with 3-year-old twins, a 2-year-old, and a newborn. Wouldn't that be fun? Or something. When we got home, the kids and I made a spider cake. I didn't get a photo of that, either, but I made the same cake 2 years ago:

Ours looked just like this, except for the little artistic variation that only 3 helpful toddlers could add. We slept over at my parents' house Friday night, and Saturday morning my angel of a mother took both boys while I slept in. It was wonderful! Jason got back just in time for us all to go to a pig pickin' thrown by his boss. I took Morgan's apple pie, but didn't get any pictures of that, or the event. Hmmm...not doing so hot this week.

We finally got a break from the drought today and yesterday. (Hurricane season? What hurricane season?) Since we can't play outside, my friend and I took our boys to Pump It Up today. It's an indoor play space with all inflatable play areas...slides, basketball court, obstacle course, etc. Ethan had a great time. He must have gone down the slide 30 times. Here he is playing with Jack:

Finally, today Colin turned 8 weeks old! I cannot believe it...I feel like he was just born. He doesn't look like it, though. He is almost 13 pounds and way too long to be a 2 month old. He is becoming more and more interactive and fun. He's being a doll at night...sleeping from 9:30 pm to 4:00 am most nights. The only issue with that...I am not going to bed when he does, so when he thinks that 4:00 am is morning and time to play, I am perhaps a little less than enthusiastic...maybe even borderline grumpy (I know, hard to believe...since I'm such a morning person). I need to start going to bed earlier. Maybe after the World Series is over.

Here is the not-so-little guy:

In perhaps the most exciting news of the week, Ethan pooped in an actual toilet instead of his little plastic potty. I never thought it would happen. I was so excited I ran to the phone to share the happy news with Jason. Then I thought, "Has it really come to this??" I can just imagine the conversation: Me: Honey, guess what? Ethan pooped in a toilet! One that flushes! J: Um, that's great, sweetie. [In my imaginary conversations, he calls me by endearments of my choice.] Me: I know. I never thought it would happen!! Should we go out tonight to celebrate? J: Uh, sure. I have to go save people's lives now. Bye. Luckily, I came to my senses just as I was about to dial, but then I plunged into a severe depression. I changed the channel from "Backyardigans" to "Price Is Right" to make myself feel better, which is perhaps equally depressing, but let's not dwell on that for too long. On a side note, I miss Bob. Drew Carey giggles too much. Oh, and...GO SOX!