Don't ask me about Eric's party. I don't want to talk about it.
Suffice to say 10 7-year olds plus two 8-year olds plus inflatables/pizza/juice/cupcakes/dance music is more terrifying than any last-second creative project that absolutely MUST raise sales 70% with storyboards due tomorrow.
(I'll take the latter any day.)
Tim totally sucked it up and didn't even complain about missing part of the NFL draft ... but he did ask the pizza delivery guy about it.
Some photos from down-time Sunday:
14-y/o cat gets a geriatric bed (he still wants to sleep on my MacBook keyboard):

Colton returns from a soggy weekend at Boy Scout Camp, and spends two hours putting together new Lego Star Wars project from Aunt Mollie:

Abbey turns Colton's bday present bow into a hairpiece:

Eric and his buddy Matthew try out the new driveway hockey set Matt gave him yesterday ... (I'd love to say they put that hole in the garage door but no, Tim did that years ago and we've never fixed it).
MORE FOR YOUR MONEY: Upon seeing this shot, Eric said ... "Mom I think you got that wrong. I look like I'm holding my nuts." Sigh.



She's, um, been really wanting to go to the circus. And I keep avoiding it because too many issues with circuses to even get started ...
is exactly why we spent the weekend in Omaha. I still smell like chlorine, but it was worth it.