Surviving the First Week of 2012

Well, we survived our first week of the year.  Just hoping it doesn't set the tone for the rest of the year, because I ended up home on Monday and Tuesday - Emma's pink eye just wouldn't go away, and Julie'd been running a fever and not sleeping well because she had a whole lot of junk running down her throat.

Sick and watching Mickey.  But hey, they're dressed!

Not sick, just crazy.  And yes, that's a pink elephant back pack.  And a hat from the NICU being used as a glove.  And a magazine glass.  And nothing else.

But we're back to normal now, and back to work.  And our week was pretty normal.

And by normal, well, you know what I mean.

Looking fabulous.

If you're going to text and trike, at least wear a "space helmet."

Serenading us with "Row row row your boat" on spaghetti night.

When I look at this, I can just imagine them saying, "This is Peggy."

It was 70 degrees out on Saturday afternoon, so we went out to play.  A version of "baseball" that involved butterfly nets, bouncing on giant balls, and mommy and daddy chasing the balls.  Oh, and in Becca's case, diving head first over the ball.