We really need to get that camera fixed!!!! The only pictures we could take were with photobooth on the computer. Pretty sad!
Eli's birthday was a crazy affair. Dad was in Utah defending his Dissertation propasal. (Which went fabulously by the way.)
I decided I was to lazy to cook lunch so we went to the Dairy Queen. (Ours is actually pretty cool.) There I was hanging out with my five children at Dairy queen trying to convince them that we didn't need ice cream with out lunch because there would be plenty of that later. I received nice compliments from the next table over on how well-behave my children are. Then they started to get restless and the restaurant suddenly filled with people. So I tried to leave. We are all trying to weave through everybody. Enoch is stressing because he's afraid I'll lose them. Naomi drops her little bit of leftover cheeseburger, and I mistakenly throw it away. She follows after me crying for her cheeseburger. I pause to tell the cashier who had offered a birthday treat that we couldn't stay but thank-you anyway, then hear screaming. Eli has accidentally shut Joel's fingers in the door. It feels like all 5 of my children are screaming and everyone is looking at me with that, " oh, why didn't someone tell her about birth control look." In all actuality only 2 children were crying and they had perfectly good reasons. Believe it or not, I will take them all out by myself again.
Later on, after much playing we made the cake and dinner. The cake was a sand castle cake, again from FAMILY FUN. It looked like a sand castle cake. Sandy, and slowly disintegrating. Eli loved it, bless his heart. We also made individual homemade pizzas. Needless to say the kitchen looked like World War 3. I believe there were enough crumbs on the floor for another whole meal. The dishes were daunting. (Bart's lucky he wasn't there. :)
Then we did a video chat with daddy while we opened presents. In the end it was lots of fun. But Mom was pooped!
