FWENDS

I really have no business blogging right now. I've been a complete failure of a mother today. Which means I pretty much parked my two babes in front of the TV all day, and made a bunch of false promises about doing fun things "in a few minutes," with every intention of surfing the net instead. My children have been completely revolting, behaving like little neanderthals out of attention-seeking boredom. And here it's dinner time and the last two times Leah has told me she's hungry, I've sent her off to dig another pack of fruit snacks out of my purse.

But it can't be helped. I'm in a funk. A post Totally Awesome Weekend funk. And I blame you. No, not you. YOU. And by YOU, I mean YOU, Mimi and Carina! You know what you did! And now I'm gonna tell everybody!

Truth is, they came to visit for the long weekend. And we had a glorious time. And then, they got all selfish and went home. And ever since, I've been sniffling and slobbering and wallowing in our sandbox.

But, because I am such an emotionally sound person, I'm going to write through the pain and soldier on. Because I know you can't wait to know what we did during our weekend of blissful delirium.

It all started last week when, after a four hour staring contest, Sam and I were feeling a little bored and dissatisfied with each other. So we sent up a smoke signal. And the Bischoffs and Snows answered the call.

You might think we'd be afraid to cram 6 adults and 7 kids (including 3 babies) into a two bedroom apartment. Or that we let minor details like not having enough beds or enough room to avoid awkward cross-spousal underwear sightings keep us from congregating in Hoboken. But you'd be wrong. Because we don't let stupid things like that come between us. And we secretly like those cross-spousal underwear sightings. Oh, Carina! Stop pretending it's only ME who likes them! Grow up!

Ahem. Guess I should post a picture before this post gets too self-indulgent...

The Matriarchs. All ready for church.

And our men and baby spawn.

It was really cold... so, truthfully, we only ventured outside a few times. Mostly we just ate. There was a lot of eating going on.

These babies kept busy trying to assert dominance over each other. And Baby Jude enjoyed two sexy older ladies at his disposal all weekend.

Skylee and Eve both pulled all nighters on Saturday night. It was a real hoot, I tell ya! Everybody loved it! Personally I think it was all orchestrated by baby Jude.

We did brave the cold to visit the waterfront.

Tiny Tuna loves the cold... This was my view into the ergobaby for the duration.

My favorite part of the whole trip was a rather spirited poker game. Mimi was ready to tear shiz up. And she did.

My poker face confounds even the most seasoned poker players.

It's really this part of it that's the real money maker. They can't tell what I'm thinking. Totally throws um off.

Interestingly, this is the very face Sam and I share to signal the beginning of our mating ritual.

And of course we peed ourselves laughing all night.

The Turkey Sub is still perfecting her super hero stance. But I think it's pretty much how batman stands.

Yeah. I'd say that's about right.

The Bischoffs ventured home on Monday and Mimi's hub, Matt, headed off to some business meetings he arranged in Philly, so Mimi and I had the day all alone to paint the town. SO, we went to the park in the arctic weather and chattered and huddled together while the kids played. Our love kept us warm.

And Sam shot Tiny Tuna down the slide a few times. Which increased my quality of life three-fold.

There's no excuse for her.

I think I may print this one off and hang it with my family photos.

See? Made for each other.

Oh Mimi and Carina. Thank you for traveling all the way from Buffalo and Michigan! Now come back to me! And bring your husbands, too. Because, although he won't admit it publicly, Sam's been crying himself to sleep at night. And I caught him carving S+L+M=LOVE on the little walnut tree in front of our building.

Don't tell anyone.

Just come back.