Well, I’ve been at this blogging thing for a few posts now, and feel like I’m really getting the hang of it. Some people might even say, “Wow Julie, you’ve really stuck to it and have followed through on posting every month.” Those people would be wrong.
When I actually get around to publishing this post, it will be mid-June and I will have furiously posted 4-months’ worth of riveting reading in a matter of a few days. In all fairness, I do walk around the house composing posts in my head, and occasionally type a few words onto my phone while driving (just kidding John). Also, about half the time something worth noting is happening I have my phone nearby and manage to document the event with a picture. Rome wasn’t built in a day….
APRIL~ What the hell happened in April? Hang on while I look at my calendar to remember…..
Ahhh….yes. We had company, lots of it.
My favorite Iowa Aunt and Uncle came to visit at the beginning of the month, which coincided nicely with nephew Tyler’s first baseball tournament of the season. So, we were all able to comfortably (?) convene under one roof for a weekend of baseball, beer, and bullshit (I never said this blog would be PG-rated).
Look at these little people. My kids adore their big cousins, and I think the feeling is mutual most of the time (as long as Reese doesn’t eat too much….stay tuned, that story comes in June:-)
The following weekend was possibly John’s favorite weekend of the year….no, not our anniversary or the birthdays of his children…Masters Weekend. A full 120-hours devoted to watching ESPN, eating breakfast burritos, watching Golf Channel, eating buffalo wings, watching CBS Sports, eating….I think you get the picture. It also happened to coincide with a weekend visit from John’s sister Liz and her two girls. So, to recap…we had 5 children ages 6 and under, two Harris siblings, Eric Johnson and his new friend Allison, Stef and Ryan Sams, and a partridge in a pear tree. Needless to say, there was not room on the couch for Milo atop the fluffy white pillow, and he was not amused.
(Note the background TV picture as proof of Masters priority)
