What a weekend!

Most weekends around here involve some sort of working on the house/Jeff doing a side job on Saturday and then church on Sunday. With the three day Memorial Day weekend, I figured we'd have a little more fun than usual. I got more than I bargained for.

Saturday, we had friends from out of town over for dinner. Mandy and Ray used to live here but are currently in New Mexico before relocating to Missouri. We saw them the first weekend of May in New Mexico and then they came to Tucson for the weekend. Dinner was good; the kids played and got along. Jeff and Ray got along well, too...with tall boys, home-brew and So Co! Hilarity ensued. It's been a long time since I have seen Jeff have that much fun. He needs to have more fun like that! 

For a few days now, Jeff's mouth has been hurting. He could barely eat on Saturday; Sunday it felt a little better; Monday he was in a lot of pain and could barely talk. We managed to take the kids for a bike ride and enjoy a rare day of sunshine with not 100 degree heat. But then he came home and needed to take a nap. When he got up (almost 3 hours later), he looked awful. I knew something was wrong but he kept telling me he was fine. So fine in fact, that he decided to go to the ER because he was having trouble swallowing. Yeah, he was fine. :P 

He apparently had an abscess and it was causing all of the pain. It burst while he was waiting for the doctor. Thankfully, nothing too serious. He is on antibiotics now and is feeling so much better. I think I lost five years of my life, though. 

So, sick husband, friends from out of town, three kids under four running around, Tucson heat. Aside from the friends being over part, we can skip that kind of weekend next year, thank you!

When did my baby girl become a big kid??

Isabella has been going to school for about three months now. First, two days a week; two weeks ago, she started going five days a week. Every day up until this week, there has been a flurry of eighteen hugs and fourteen kisses, she has to hug Riley twice, she has to say "I love you" two or three times. Every.day. Every. Until Monday. It happened: I had to ASK my baby girl for a hug! She still gave it willingly, but I had to ASK. My mommy pride is crushed at the same time that I am so ecstatic that she loves it that much there. She has a friend. She has projects. She EATS. She NAPS. She goes on the potty every.single.time. Where did my baby go??

I love hearing about her day. Her school is in a home, four houses down from us. I usually go pick her up alone because I love the two minute walk back to our house where she speed talks me through her day. Mommy, we painted! Mommy, we played outside! Mommy, I ate ALL my lunch! Mommy, I got a sticker!" I love the sound of her voice, as she tells me every moment of her day from the moment I left her at school. She is so excited about her day and everything she did; and her teacher tells me how she is one of the smartest kids (and she is the youngest three year old).

But she is a little girl now. There's no baby left...until she is sleeping, curled up with her lovey or her dolly. Then I can still get a glimpse of my baby girl. <3