Tonight's BHS Band/Percussion Concert from a Toddler's Perspective....

Hey Mom! Put that camera away and sit yourself down already! The concert is about to begin! Whazzup? OMG you guys, you have GOT to get over here and see my daddy conduct.

Yeah, they are STILL going! I can't believe it!
Why does Uncle Jack feel the need to restrain me? BTW, Mom, I need some more of those cookies in here right about now. And just WHERE is Elmo, dangit?!?
Can! Not! Stay! Quiet! Any! Longer!

Uncle Jack, let's go home.

Do WE know it's Christmas?

Aunt Phyl and Uncle Jack are in town and we enjoyed the 70 DEGREE afternoon today. Yes, I'm gloating.

Better

Andrew's almost back to 100%, so we went out to get the tree yesterday and he built a "tower of power" with his dad when we got home. I, however, have come down with his cold - the "munchy funk." He's 18 months today, by the way. Can't believe it.

First Fever

Our boy made it to 18 months old (well, Sunday) before getting his first fever, tonight - 101.5. He's a miserable little fella. We all went to the after-hours clinic this evening, where they tested for strep and thankfully it was negative. He does have another crappy cold, though - his second in three weeks. We're maxing out on the Motrin and Tylenol. There was NO sleep for any of the Burbanks last night (pitiful whimpering all night long) so we are hoping for better times tonight. After recalling a couple of majorly runny-nosed kids at Wednesday's playdate and finding this cold's timing to be all-too-coincidental, we're rethinking the whole playdate thing.... time to buy a bubble.

Gorgeous

The weather, I mean. It was mid-sixties today. Unreal. Don't get me wrong, I love WV snowflakes and the balmy December breezes of South Texas as much as the next girl, but playing comfortably outside on the sunny 4th of December was pretty sweet.

Andrew the Host

This morning, it was Andrew's turn to host a play date. So, his friends Sani, Hadley, Campbell, Ben, Sarah, and Nicholas came over to our house. You counted right: 7 toddlers + 7 mommas = fun! It was a great 3 hours, except for Maddie and Dora who, much to their chagrin, spent the time sequestered in our bedroom. To me, one of the morning's most incredible moments happened when the millions of toys scattered throughout the house were magically all put away before everyone left. Good, thoughtful ladies, and very nice kiddos.

Here's Andrew after everyone left - POOPED!

Wesley

That's his name. He left this morning. After a couple of calls to the 800 number on his AVID tag, we finally got hooked up with the vet who implanted the chip. They contacted his owners this morning and I immediately got a teary call from his momma. He is 8 years old, strictly an inside dog, and her dad accidentally let him out Friday morning when she was visiting for Thanksgiving. She was so overjoyed he was okay; we would feel exactly the same way if one of our hounds went missing. Her dad lives .5 miles down the road from us, and came to retrieve the little guy a short while ago.

So, that's the story of Wesley the Westie. He was a nice house guest, but we are all (Maddie and Dora, especially) happy he is reunited with his family again.