Monday, May 11, 2015

2015 in Scrapbook Pages (Vol 2)

I'm not as on top of my 2015 as I planned on, but I'm more on top of it than I've ever been before, so suck it.

I feel like Daisy and Warren feature the most on almost every page,  but they're the ones who will let me take a picture!! Ava and Scott hate me so whatever.

Anyway.  Megan and I went on what I think might have been our last date, to see The Ruling Class at Trafalgar.  Double sob. I heart James MacAvoy so much. The sun peeked out a few days, but it was still cold.  Lame.  And I've already started crying about the fact that Daisy June will be in full time school next year.  Triple sob.  But also fist pump HORRAY FOR THE BRITISH SCHOOL SYSTEM.


In more Junebug news, she goes to birthday parties now.  It's so adorable, all those little kids.  Kids are so dumb.  You know how I hate to have things happening outside the house, I have a one birthday party a weekend rule, and I don't like to do two weekends in a row, but now that Daisy is getting in on the action, it's getting harder and harder to say no.  Ugh.

That weirdly yellow restaurant shot is from one Friday when Megan and I went to The Breakfast Club for brunch. We stood outside in line with a bunch of hipsters for FORTY FIVE MINUTES, but I gotta say, it was totally worth it.  Plus, I had my book, so the wait was actually fun.



 Each of the kids had a show these past few weeks.  What can I say about kids doing performances? Ugh, but also cute.  Also look how tall that girl is!!!



Over Easter weekend, Andrea and her husband and baby (who is eight...) came to visit.  Nick has known Andrea since he was eight.  Isn't that wild? Non military kids are so funny, knowing people from childhood.  My little sister graduated high school with kids she went to kindergarten with!!! That's crazy to me.

Anyway, I digress.  We went to London together, they went to London without us, we arranged a union of our families when Ava is old enough, and Andrea let me talk her into coming to see Letters Live.

Yall.  She didn't know who Benedict Cumberbatch was.  More horrifying? She didn't know who Ellie Miller or Anna Bates were!!! I educated her.  You're welcome Andrea.


Also while they were here, my baby turned eight.  Eight years old.  I don't want to talk about it.  We had dinner at Rainforest Cafe and we made sure (at least half a dozen times, seriously) that he was okay with them singing Happy Birthday.  He said it was fine, and he really seemed to enjoy the spotlight.  Needless to say, I would DIE if anyone ever did that to me.  I have a song for each of my kids (not sure how that got started) and his is My Wish and I didn't take very many pics, so I stuck that in on the page. It's funny bc none of the kids know that I have these songs for them.  Perhaps I should tell them? Or at least make sure they know the music? Ava's is Child of Mine by Carol King, Warren's is the Baby Mine song from Beaches (I suppose it's also from Dumbo, but Beaches man, remember that movie?) and Junebug's is Forever Young by the luscious Bobbie Dylan.  Ten thousand points if you can name that quote.

Anyway.  That's all I got.  Engelbrecht out.

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