Right now we're busy planning Bobo's big ten year old birthday party. It's a joint venture with one of her very best friends, who turns ten just two days later. I'm hosting eleven girls for pizza, cake, tee-shirt decorating, face painting, and a major scavenger hunt Friday afternoon. Later that evening, some of the girls are being "kidnapped" for a slumber party at the other girl's house. I'm exhausted just thinking about it. Thankfully, my parents are flying in to town and can help ward off any little male saboteurs, of the always-bent-on-destruction variety.
I finally downloaded some pictures from my phone; this one - in the waiting room of our Children's Hospital made me laugh. It's not often that Spiderman can be spotted so non-chalantly pouring over a book.
The back story: I called our children's doctor saying that my oldest (who suffers from allergy/sinus issues like her dad) was having trouble again. I thought he'd just give me some antibiotics to clear up a sinus infection. Instead he tells me to pack everyone up and head to the Children's Hospital for an x-ray. I explained that maybe this could wait since I had one sleeping child and one dressed up as Spiderman. Negative. So there we were.
