Birthdays--Halfway There!

Since Benjamin's birthday on the 16th, we endured the daily countdown to Kaitlyn's, which was, of course, yesterday. She was quite pleased with her Miley, Lilly, and Oliver dolls, which always makes a parent feel good. For some reason, though, Emma seems to really like Oliver.

Stacy's final day of finals is today, then we start the end-of-school rush month. I just looked at the calendar. In the month of May, the 8th and the 27th are the only open days.

Benjamin went to the chorus festival in Atlanta last weekend. Although he was not what you would call a fountain of information, we do gather that they took first place. Now he is looking forward to going to Bible camp the day school gets out.

Kaitlyn, having successfully made it to age 10, commented yesterday that it would only be 6 more years before she could start driving.

Shelby had a little overnight stomach bug earlier this week, but is doing fine. Now it's time to start figuring out what she wants for her birthday.

Emma, who would be happy with Goldfish (a.k.a., "bish") for her birthday, is just funny. Last night someone crashed into something (who has time to keep track of it all) and she held her hands out and said, "Happen." (Translated, "What happened?") Pretty sure she picked that up from Miss Wendy. I'm sure she hears that multiple times every day.

The vehicle-trading-drama is hopefully now concluded. Already, I am just not sure how we endured this past year without two. I've been keeping track of mileage over the past couple of weeks (trying to figure out how much we are saving in gas) and have just been astounded at how much driving we do just to do what has to be done. And I'm already looking forward to next year when the girls can ride the bus. (They realigned the school districts--we will actually be in Moulton-Branch district next year.)

Along that line, thanks to Burt for making it possible for us to be there this year. Not to take ANYTHING away from Clyattville last year--they were absolutely wonderful--but: 1) having the girls there with Burt this year made us somebody (who would have ever thought my claim to fame would be being "Burt's preacher," which is what everyone at MBE knows me as--that's OK, because I know they are ALL looking out for my babies); and 2) I don't know how we would have gotten through this year with the 10 mile drive to CES vs. the 3 mile drive to MBE. Thanks, Burt!