Man, it's been a week. We leave for Arkansas in six hours. We are not packed. Our taxes are not done, the first year I have ever filed this late. Ford is completely out of diapers and went to bed in a princess pullup. And I'm finishing OERs instead of making sure the fridge is cleaned out and we don't leave a full diaper genie for the housekeepers when we sprint for the airport tomorrow.
Just a week. It started with a nutty weekend that included taking four kids to the National Collegiate Boxing Championships (where ours mostly snacked)
and, out of desperation on a rainy day, to the Elks Place. Where even Seth got in on the action.
Plus a "greams come true" sleepover with the Ryans.
And the beginning of a very sad farewell to the Hilderbrands, with whom we have the best impromptu taco nights and nerf gun fights. They'll be at Bragg too, but not having them next door means saying goodbye to this fabulousness:
And tonight we had kid date night instead of packing, since I had long ago scooped up once-in-a-lifetime tickets for Seth & Finley to go see "The Lion King" on Broadway. I'm still waiting on pictures, but they are adorably passed out on the couch together and it sounds like they had a great time. Ford got the consolation prize of a train ride and hot dogs in Beacon. He loved both.
Two photos of the week. One, in honor of National Sibling Day, which is apparently a thing, this beautiful throwback to Bellows and my faves.
And this glamour shot of Finley, who- unprompted- modeled the flower in her hair she snagged from my bouquet, with this horrifying pose.
Cheers! to packing, lots of hot dogs, and flower accessories. Not to mention, Fridays.
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