Guilty as charged

Remember when I stayed at home and I marveled at how working parents have it so hard?  Yeah, we do.  Working outside of the home is fantastic.  My job is so much fun.  I meet new people every day and it is fueling my extroverted soul.  The kids bloody love their school.  They have Ice Cream Man Mondays, Tumble Bus Tuesdays, Water Wednesdays and God only knows what on Thursday and Friday.  So happy babies = happy parents.


However, this house is a shit-hole. Fast food is on the regular.  Worse yet, my blog is neglected.  Every time I take a picture, I have a rush of guilt come over me, reminding me that my blog hasn't been updated.  With every camera flash, I die a little inside.    


With that, I welcome you to a pictorial on the last 500 months of our lives.  Just know, silence is a good thing for us.  That means we're running around making messes and memories.  

We took medicine together.  

We horsed around.

We took required posed photos.

We saw the Easter Bunny.  (Easter post to follow)

 We went to Charleston and to celebrate Reagan and Lauren's birthday.  We partied, we played, and we left.  

The boys completed the Marine Corps Mud Run.  So proud of my Dad and Jimmy!

 

 

We went to swanky corporate events.

  

We played softball.  Lots of softball. 

 

We built and then thoroughly tested the new playhouse. 

 

  

 

  

We went to Ocean City.