Fifty invitations done and ready to go. Unfortunately, I made the crucial mistake of forgetting to change “Tea Party” to “Ladies Luncheon.”

Well, there you have it. The Mormons are having a tea party.

A commercial we saw tonight while watching Project Runway (team Christian!) that reminds me of our home. Except for the whole marriage in crisis part.

Kai is a wonderfully expressive and creative little person. The flip side to that is his need to push limits, and can be quite the angst-ridden little rebel.

His latest-and-not-so-greatest antic is addressing me as “Jenn.” Now I know why parents always call each other “mom” and “dad.”

…Because the whole fam is sick.

Poor Dax seems to be hit the hardest; nursing round the clock and waking every hour at night to feed. I’m sure I’m burning off a ton of calories (which is great since I’ve been overindulging in some cookies from Trader Joe’s. If I was a superhero, cookies would be my kryptonite.), but I’m so so tired. We’re all so so tired.

Kay, off to bed I go. Thanks again to the huz for rescuing me today, from children and HTML proofing. I love you Ryan.