uh oh. here come the birds. a sign i am so over this winter.



a difference between 7 and 5yo boys who both have upcoming friend birthday parties to attend. the 7yo groans when i tell him "...and mom and dad are coming". yet, the 5yo asks specifically checking to make sure i am accompanying him otherwise he'll decline the invite completely.



in colin's exact words, "my hurtedness is not out" so he's doing really well. he's looking forward to seeing the doctor who shows him pictures of dogs on his phone and for me to replace his binoculars which i told him i would after his hurtedness is fixed.

i decided this week i wanted to take the boys camping. in my eyes, they are now old enough for me to enjoy camping with them, and so let's go. cool. how bout next month? let's do it. awesome. ... i found the place i want to go, called to inquire and the lady on the other end was such. a. sweetiepie not to laugh at me at the thought that i would be calling now to camp in the next 2 months. seems you have to book that kind of thing eleven months(!) in advance. at least the cabinesque way i want to do it. im (really very) bummed. but hey, we're going camping 13 months from now! woo hoo.