I have gotten behind on my blogging. Guess thats what happens when you go on bedrest for a complicated pregnancy. (ok ok, and I am a procrastinator also..) But I am ready to go back at it again. In the morning, I will go deliver my little lady, and get some pictures on here. For now, just know I am back!!!

My little kindergarten girl is now entering first grade. I was there on her last day, and this is what I saw. They were cleaning up the tables and chairs with.... Shaving Cream. Hmmm, who knew.. My little Erica was getting down with the scrubbing.

So next we head outside to the dance festival. Now I have never claimed for my little ladies to have much rhythem, but NEVER did the chicken dance look so CUTE..

So really, there is just a whole lot of nothing going on this week. Erica has missed 2 days of school due to a cough. I think it is more allergies than cold, but they would send her home from school anyways. I have all 4 of my kids hacking and sneezing. I feel like I have wiped enough nose for a lifetime this week. As much fun as all that isn't, I have to say, I love the stay home days. I love when I don't have to go running errands, or anything. Just stay home, and chillax!!

Aunt Barbie has some little lambs..

We took the girls out to my husbands sisters house and she has just recently got some baby lambs. They are young enough they are still eating out of a bottle. So of course who wants to feed them?? My little mama girls! Yep, all three of them fed the little lambs...

So Erica will be turning 6 in just a couple of weeks. She really showed me tonight how grown up she is becoming when she came in the room with her favorite Hannah Montana folder with a ziploc baggie in it with a heart pencil, a tiny box of nerds and a note saying "Dear Summer, I am sorry. Please come back and play again. Love Erica" Now to back up a little, earlier this week, her friend Summer was over playing for an hour. Erica was being obnoxious, kind of show off, turning lights on and off really fast, calling Summer, Sunburn, things like that. Well turns out, Summer had hurt feelings and felt like Erica was being mean and told her family she didn't want to come back. Little brother tells Erica, who tells me, I ask the other mother, and have a little talk with Erica about how this kind of behavior hurts peoples feelings. Erica went to school, and that was the end of it. I did plan on having a longer discussion about it later, but hadn't yet, when she brought me her note and gift. Hours later. I was so proud. She thought of and wrote the letter and made the "care package" all on her own. So of course, I cried like a little baby. Proud tears....