The Plague strikes again...

Doesn't she look thrilled to be celebrating her birthday? She has been so sick all week! I haven't been feeling to great either, as you can probably tell by the pictures.

She asked for a chocolate cake without frosting. Mike made her a perfect cake. Unfortunately nobody has had much of an appetite to eat it! I'm sure in a couple of days she will be bouncing off the walls again and enjoying her new toys.

I just had to throw this in... It's amazing how they change but still look the same! Happy Birthday little girl!

The Last Snow...

This is probably the last major snow for our area, all 2 inches that fell last night. The kids loved it. What about you... ready for more snow or more sunshine??

Spring Break

I want a Spring Break too! Ian is on Spring Break this week and just gets to play alllll day. Lucky kid. We had a mini-spring break trip down to Moab for a race with my sister Tiffany. It was a little weird leaving the kids but we knew they were in good hands. Mike, Meredith (friend of the fam) & Tiffany ran the half marathon and I ran the 5 mile race (thats 5 miles, NOT 5K thank you very much). I finished in 52 minutes. Then I walked to the car and took a nap while waiting for the others to finish. Mike finished in 1 hr 45 min.

I was hoping for a little warmer weather!! But the rocks and scenery were lovely. My poor sister hadn't been camping in at least 15 years and wasn't quite as prepared for a cold night. She suffered in silence while I threw off my blanket and coat because I was too warm.

Ian decided to get sick at Grandma's while we were gone, so Grandma Jan got the fun job of cleaning up kid puke. Eliza waited until we got there before she started to get sick.

Now we are getting ready for Eliza's birthday next week! Stay tuned for an excess of pictures involving chocolate cake, cheesy smiles and ripped wrapping paper.

Ouch

Ian is keeping up with his tradition of head wounds. You can't tell much by this picture, but he has 4 staples in his head, right where it came in contact with a corner of the wall during a game of chase. Poor kid. We hardly notice the Harry Potter scar on his forehead from when he rolled out of bed and hit his chest of drawers at age 3. He is a tough little kid, and we love him.