
This evening we had family over to celebrate Grammy, Chase, and Bryce's birthdays. I wasn't together enough to shoot a picture. My blogging skills continue to slip. But it was was nice to see everyone and we had a great time.
This morning, we got up really early to see the balloons take off for the balloon festival. It was a spectacular sight with the backdrop of the mountains behind them.

I am feeling warn thin – “like butter spread over too much bread.” I will have the baby 3 weeks from today and I imagine the end of the pregnancy has something to do with it. Yesterday someone asked me “How overdue are you?.” I have had people asking “How many more days?” for the last 2 months. Caleb is betting this baby will weigh in at 11lbs. Thank you, Caleb.
But big belly aside, we are ending our grueling morning routine this week. This will not only give me time in the mornings again (which means I don’t have to spend my nights doing laundry and other chores); but more importantly, it will give the kids 2 weeks of pure summer before they are back to the grind. I have already told them this is the last week of “summer school” and the excitement has brought chaos and an infinite amount of indiscipline. Perhaps I should have waited. Is it bedtime yet? . . . . I mean mine.
