The kids love a bubble bath with really tall bubbles.
Patrick traveled to the east coast for work. When Patrick leaves, Finley moves in for sleepovers.
When we go to bed, I remind Finley that if he wakes up and I'm not there to come find me downstairs running. Which he always does, and he'll turn on the Wii or a cartoon as I finish up. Perfect. Except on our second morning of this trip, I suddenly heard Hadley yelling MOM! over the monitor. I jump off and discover Finley on the stairs yelling MOM! Dummy! You woke up your sister!! (I didn't say that, but definitely thought it). So, at 5:45 a.m. with another 5.5 miles to go, we're all in the workout room. It was a l-o-n-g run.
She joined me early the next day too, but she didn't keep up.
Someone stole my phone and I think I know who.
Bike Day at the Sports Center!
FaceTime with Nolan.
Nearly one-week to the day from Finley's bout of stomach flu - Hadley got hit. Patrick got home around 11 p.m. and when he walked in she started crying. He went to her and discovered a pukey-mess. Poor thing must've thrown up earlier when her mom was letting her cry-it-out...and she was laying in it. I felt horrible. Obviously she did too, every 45 minutes she puked.
Due to a family emergency, Patrick turned around Friday morning and flew to Chicago. I had plans to chaperone Finley's field trip and knew he'd be totally bummed if we missed it - me too. My family pitched in and we got Nolan out of EC early in the morning so Grandma could watch sickie. Finley & I snuggled on the bus.
We went to see a Blues Clues play.
Each kid received their own Handy Dandy Notebook to write clues in during the play.
I enjoyed our morning together and watching Finley interact with his classmates and teachers.
While we were gone, Grandma washed up the pukey-kid and made her cute again. I wish I could do braids, she's so adorable!
It's like deja-vu, Friday night and we were off to mom's school. Finley wants a marble track for Christmas, so he brought home our classroom track for the weekend.
My parents have been married 40 years!
We planned a party for family and friends to help celebrate - the wedding gown and a bridesmaid dress.
My mom brought wedding memorabilia and put together picture slideshows. It was hilarious to watch the hairstyles and clothing choices over the years.
Our family of four.
Family & friends.
Grandpa's favorite Stella :)
The Littles came for awhile, but eventually were picked up by sitters for everyone to enjoy kid-free time. They were a teeny wild.
My parents were 19 and 21 when they were married, ages I consider too young for such an important decision. But obviously it was the right one. 40 years. Totally brag-worthy. Happy Anniversary! We love you!
I figured it was inevitable, I couldn't escape it. After one week of sleeping next to flu-filled kids, holding buckets and sharing kisses, eventually I'd get the flu. What I didn't anticipate was it striking during the anniversary party. After (unknowingly) exposing everyone, I puked and had to go home. Where I was incredibly sick for the next six hours. Incredibly sick. Thanks to Cailou, Finley had an idea to make me a card. He wrote MOM, DAD, LOVE, BALLOONS, CAKE, GET BETTER, SULLIVAN, BED, POPPING (balloons), our ages, the alphabet and a family of spiders (one for each of us).
The mohawk is back, I really hope it's for today only.
Losing a child, every mom's worst nightmare. This week that nightmare became a reality for my brother-in-law and his wife. Sweet Peyton was taken from her family on the day she was to meet them. I can't imagine the pain. My heart has been with Jenna & Jeremy all week.
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