nearly wordless wednesday

I would like to officially register my displeasure at the fact that, over the last two or three weeks, Neil has been gone at dinnertime 3 nights out of 4.

There, I'm done now.

But because he's been gone so much, I've really been going the extra mile to keep the kids entertained.

So here's yesterday.

Playgroup at a local gymnastics studio. Don't you wish you were three years old so you could jump in an enormous pit filled with foam blocks (or as Abigail put it, "lossa soft boxes")?


Well, this twenty-four-year-old jumped in, and let me tell you, it was pretty fun.

Except I lost my sock and it took a long time to find it.

Julesie had a great time crawling around. Did I say crawling? Oh yes. I did. Because she's officially crawling now! Yay! Eeek! (Note to self: power cords need to go into hiding.)



Here's Jules with her friend Maddy. (At least, their older sisters are friends and their mommies are friends, which means they have to be friends too.) Isn't this picture darling?! (Kathleen, I'll email you a copy!)



And then we played dressup for about eleventy million hundred hours. I'm serious, it was like ALL DAY LONG.

Abigail was the princess.



I think this may be my absolute favorite pictures of Juliet's cheeks ever. So munchable!

I'm not exactly sure what Juliet was, but it was cute.

Sort of a mini Davy Crockett?

In any case, it didn't matter, because Abigail decided she wanted the hat so she could be a Meeko-killing Pocahontas.

And guess what I got to be: the "wicked step-muffer." I swear, I am not reading Cinderella or Snow White to that kid anymore. They're giving her ideas.

Then for dinner, because it was a verrrrry long day, I made us some salmon and fresh bread and this salad, which in and of itself is all I would want for my last meal. I love it so much.

Then we got in the car and went to pick up Neil from school in a blizzard. And we only slid off the road twice.

Good times, I tell you.

Incidentally, speaking of husbands at school, tonight I am taking my husband dinner, and more importantly, dinner with US (which is no mean feat to cook a dinner an hour beforehand and then pack two kids down to campus, park, and tromp through slushy icy snow to his lab) because we miss him around here and he won't be home (again!) until the kids are in bed. Aren't I a good wife? Yeah, you can all praise me now.

Seriously, though, if you didn't comment on yesterday's post, keep scrolling and comment NOW! This means you! :-)