Me and all my kids. I made Kevin take a pictures because he's a million times worse at taking pictures that me. So if I'm not careful, in five years people will say, "why didn't this baby grow up with his mother?" because there will be NO PICTURES. Then it's just like the years between 8 and 13 years old, when my Mom systematically broke every camera we ever got. Therefore, there are no pictures. Thank goodness my Dad married TWSM (the wicked stepmother), because she took pictures of us kids. Now she's giving them all back, as she doesn't have room for all of them in her fancy-pants house. :) So there is proof that I was 13 years old. My hair looks fabulous, as does my 1991 wardrobe.



Go back and compare this to the same picture 3 weeks ago. Pretty amazing. My little guy is growing!

I just spend over one hour dancing with Patrick, as he had no interest in settling down. So happy the family is coming up tomorrow. Grandma, the Great-Grandparents, and my aunt Leslie (Mom's big sister). Hopefully we'll go out to lunch a lot.

Where is my summer weather? The rain is good for my plants, but this muggy weather is no fun. Makes me cranky.

Kevin heads back to work on Monday. Hopefully next year I can give him a real vacation, one where he's not called by his cohorts EVERY DAY.

We had a great lunch and ice cream run with Dana, Tim, and our gorgeous niece. It was very nice, and Dana made a FAB chicken salad.

Kevin gets to read Deathly Hollows first, as he has the best chance of finishing it this week. We are carefully avoiding anything on the internet and radio that might have spoilers. He saids she doesn't pull punches starting at page 10. Can't wait!