Monday, April 30, 2007

Yes, I know...

...that it's been a full week since I last posted to this blog. I have no excuses. I have not been sick, nor out of town, nor abducted. I simply didn't make it to the blog all week. It's not that nothing happened. It's not that we didn't take any new pictures, we took a lot. I just didn't feel like it. So I'll give you the run-down of the week, pictures will have to come later because I haven't uploaded them yet. Didn't feel like doing that either.

Last weekend mom and dad were here. They brought a few items for the girls including a Cinderella (Kate has no idea who she is yet) bathing suit with matching pool-side, zip-up robe that Kate will barely take off. I have already learned to use this to my advantage as Kate also doesn't want to get out of the tub once in it these days. Now she gets to dry off in her princess robe.

Sarah (well, and Kate too but mostly Sarah) received, among other things, a little fire truck from Ant Sue that makes approximately 500 different, very loud noises. The seat of the fire truck opens up and provides space for storing your important personal effects. Like mommy's cell phone. For a full 24 hours. We haven't sent thank-you notes yet (see? It's not just the blog that's been neglected) but the girls love this thing. The constant auditory state of emergency in the house is a little nerve-wracking but it's not really much worse than the rest of our daily cacophony...I've scarcely noticed the increase.

We went and participated in the dedication of Decatur's city arboretum. We went on the Druid Hills Home & Garden Tour. Much of it was very nice but the place that was packed floor to ceiling with priceless antiques made my eyes hurt. The owner is very proud of those things, many of them have been in his family for generations and some are about to be indexed or whatever by the Smithsonian and he wanted to tell us all about it. I stood, trapped by the throng of other home voyeurs, wishing desperately I'd never set foot in there. But the gardens were lovely.

We went on to have a week filled with the mundane - tormenting the pets, watching the sign language DVDs, trips to the park, moments of delightfulness followed by moments of full-scale fits with screaming and flailing about on the floor followed by delightfulness again. Sarah turned 9 months old, went to the doctor and was pronounced in perfect health.

The Breast Cancer 3-Day team held a carwash and raised $400 on Saturday (very exciting, though not kid-related). We skipped the Inman Park Festival and instead walked to downtown Decatur, relieved the Brickstore of some of its beer, played in the new fountain the plaza, ran in circles around the gazebo, screaming and tried out the new smoothie place on College (`eh). We went to the zoo (yes, there will be pictures). We visited the new Jake's Ice Cream location (yum).

Oh, and our car was broken into while parked in our driveway while we slept Saturday night. It had been left unlocked and there was nothing much in there, though they did make off with one of our books of checks (eschewing the check register). So nothing was broken and nothing was really taken...it was more like having raccoons break in. Raccoons that smoke crack. The raccoons got into the car of our neighbor across the street, too. It's inconvenient and we will have to have a chat with our bank regarding the checks but as long as they stop at the car and avoid the house, I'm not too rattled.

And that was our week. I'll try to be better this week.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sometimes taking a break from Blogging, and the likes is a good thing. Gives one time to regenerate energy...

Seems to me you'll have to make the batteries for the fire truck disappear! Hmm, I wonder, if I have a fire at my house, can I call you?

Nicely done with raising so much money for 'BReast Cancer'. I have to say overall you're doing a great job with this 'task'...

If you fancy starting a 'Raise money for Navilyn campaign', feel free to do so...

FlapScrap said...

Dang, that was a long post -- and no pitchers. Speaking of pitchers, I have to go relieve myself of some beer.