An evening outing fueled by slurpees.

A warm evening.  

Free slurpee night at 7-11.  

Highland park to catch the tail end of the lilac blooms.

Silly children. (I blame the slurpees.)

Did I mention that my mom is here?  She's here to play the wait-for-this-baby-to-be-born game with us.  We are so lucky she's here!  If she wasn't, this waiting would be so much more stressful, and a lot less fun.

A weeknight with the Redwings

While I enjoyed a girl's night out (a pregnancy celebration), R1 braved the local ballpark with the kids. 

Generous friends gave us their box seat tickets, so the kids got to enjoy their first baseball game in style. 

They had a fabulous time eating junk food, meeting the team mascot, and staying up way past their bedtimes.

Hair by L1

One Sunday, noonish, in May I walked up the stairs to find a trail of hair leading me down the hallway.  3-inch-blonde-locks.  I followed the trail to my bedroom and found L1 happily cutting H1's hair in the middle of my bed.

I didn't get an action photo because L1, immediately guilt-ridden, ran out of the room.  H1 was just upset that they got caught and didn't want to have to stop. 

Luckily, the hair left on H1's head was about chin length, and easy to cut into a cute bob.  Which was good, because all this went down about an hour before church.

So, we repaired the damage, repeated the mantra "haircuts are only done by mom or dad", and every one lived happily ever after.