We went to Hyatt Hill Country last weekend.  Pictures to come.  And by pictures, I mean a ton.  Whether you want to see them or not, they are coming.  Until then, I have to say that we had a great weekend.  My kids were awesome, my family was awesome and my dad got stuck with the two early risers making my mornings really enjoyable.  The kids loved spending time with each other and their cousin.  It was nice to just relax with my brother and his wife while watching the kids goof off nonstop.  We are definitely going back.

But not before Lance and I celebrate our anniversary at The Inn at Dos Brisas!  This place looks amazing and has the only Five Star restaurant in the state.  Lance surprised me, and we’re having a tasting, riding horses and taking a cooking class together.  And the casitas!  They look amazing.  I cannot wait.  I love celebrating our anniversary, and Lance has really outdone himself this time.

Yesterday I did the unthinkable…The Baby Hulk came into our room in the middle of the night with a stomachache.  By morning, he had puked.  Just a little.  So I left him at home with Squirt while taking Goose to school.  Only to run home so Lance could leave the show to take Squirt to school.  Found a babysitter, went to Goose’s awards ceremony and came home to find the Baby Hulk at the table eating breakfast. And bouncing off the walls.

I had lunch plans with Chelsea.  I told her the problem, and she wasn’t scared of the Baby Hulk.  So, I took all the kids to lunch praying that the Baby Hulk wouldn’t puke at one of my favorite places.  Then we picked up Goose and got ice cream.  During which I received a text from a friend who was waiting for us at the museum.  I totally forgot to cancel, so off we went to the museum.  Then to their house.  Which I have to say was pretty freaking amazing.  Then home.  And no, I never told the mom about my sick kid from the morning.  This makes me the suckiest parent around, but really, he was fine.  No fever, no other puking.  It was just one of those things.  Right???  (Jenn, I promise I would tell you!)

Speaking of the awards ceremony, Goose’s teacher managed to give me one last eff you when she pronounced our last name incorrectly while giving Goose his award.  I mean, she’s only had him in class for NINE MONTHS.  What the heck?  I don’t know that I can handle one more week of school.

Because despite the fact that all the grades are turned in as of yesterday, the kids still had to do a school project.  Yes, that is right, Goose had a school project that isn’t going to count for a grade.  AT ALL.  Have I mentioned how much I hate school projects?  I am firm believer in kids doing their own work and maybe that’s because I stink at creative thinking that is required of projects.  And I know after seeing some of the projects at school, the parents are doing all the work.  Recently, Lance helped Goose make a diorama of a river.  Even with Lance’s extensive help, it looked like a six year old completed the project.  When we turned it in, it was noticeably different from most of the other projects.  (I told my friend Brian who is an architect that he is going to have to move here to take over projects.)  But back to my point, why hand out a project when it doesn’t even count for a grade?   Maybe next week they can do a research paper for fun.

My five are up: one last thing, I need vacation ideas!  For a family of seven.  With young kids. And we have to drive.  Ideas?