Fine, Shontell.

Here is my update.

I got Rick a ping pong top for the pool table for his birthday, and proceeded to beat him constantly. Cause I am that good.

We need to get rid of the chandelier hanging above the table otherwise Rick will be constantly using it as "interference" instead of just losing fair & square ;)

Then Mel came over yesterday to try her hand at it.
I beat her too.

OH YEAH THAT IS RIGHT!!!!!!

So... update on the kids....

Violet had Field Day at school...

This meant LOTS of running,

hula-hooping,

popsicle-eating,

and getting WET!

Riley has started mastering the monkey bars! Check out his mad skills...


Ohhhhh yeah!

Here's a pic of Violet from Drill team tryouts - her friend didn't make it onto the team with her. Must've been the number.

I enrolled Violet into a day camp for the next 3 weeks, and it's awesome. All performing arts stuff. Ballet, tap, jazz, hip hop dancing, musical theatre, gymnastics, and cheerleading. She goes from 9am-3pm every day. It's over by Rick's office so he takes her and picks her up. Every day she is completely exhausted and sweaty, but oh so happy! And every day she falls asleep ("rests her eyes") on the way home. It is seriously the perfect camp for her!

Also... since Violet has a summer birthday, she got to celebrate it with her class on the last week of school. We brought cupcakes and ice cream in those little plastic cups with the wooden spoons. Her request. I totally remember loving those things as a kid. Let me tell you that the lovin' isn't there as an adult. lol

Violet with Mrs. Kaiser :)

OH.
And the LAST DAY OF SCHOOL.
So.
Riley and I got there about 20 minutes early to say goodbye, hug everyone, and thank Mrs. Kaiser for a great year. Riley was sitting next to Violet while I was standing nearby talking to Mrs. Kaiser. And I heard him say, "Violet - DON'T TELL MOM." So I looked over... and he was pulling something out of his pocket.

AN EGG.
A raw egg.
FROM HIS POCKET.
I cannot believe it somehow made it from fridge to car to classroom without getting broken.
So I asked that precious son of mine... "Why, honey, do you have an EGG at SCHOOL???"

And his response?
"I wanted you to hot boil it for me, Mommy!"

Isn't he precious?

So last night, in the car, on our way to Home Depot, Riley pipes up from the back seat...
"Dad, can you make me a hot-boiled egg tonight?"

To which I responded...
"DO YOU HAVE AN EGG IN YOUR POCKET???"