Falling Apart

Well, we're falling apart! Steve is covered in poison ivy that he got mysteriously. It's even on his jawline! And I cracked and went to the doctor because my ankle was seemingly more swollen and bruised every day. She imaged it and declared it a "high sprain." She told me to wear an air cast for 2 weeks and then to PT to "regain strength." So I'm pretty much rocking it:

Terrible contraption of doom

Wm is all good. He says he loves 4th grade, loves his teachers, loves strings, loves hanging with his friends. I go to Curriculum Night at his school tonight (while he is off at soccer with Steve).  And Wm is having a friend overnight on Saturday. They were going to camp out on his deck - but the forecast calls for rain and 49 degrees. He is super bummed!

We had friends over to help us eat up some meats and s'mores and Wm was saying how everyone ate 2 s'mores, except Steve. He was laughing about how Daddy couldn't finish 2 s'mores (lightweight). I pointed out that our friend Eric had had none because he doesn't have a sweet tooth. Wm paused for a minute, deep in thought:

Thinkin' thoughts

Then he goes, "I AM APPALLED."

Appalled 

Steve and I bought a new dining room table! We are excited!! (Well, I am excited.) After the party, we (*I*) decided our table was too small and I wanted one that seats 8 people for future festivities. I scoured Craig's List and found the perfect one! It seats 8 and is SOLID wood. It weighs a ton. Luckily, the guy selling it is a contractor and offered to deliver it. And now…ALL THE PARTIES!!!!