Edward's sister's family and his mom and her husband came for a visit this weekend. We headed to the pool for an evening swim.
I was sad I didn't have the camera out, but Papa Otto was doing flips off the diving board!
The kids took advantage of the dads being there. There was a lot of dad wrestling going on. 
Mallory and Andrew had just as much fun in the pool as they did making footprints.
How can that possibly be?! Lucy has been with us for half a year. She is such a joy. This has been a busy month for her. She finally rolled over. I think it took so long because she rarely gets put down! She is a laugher. She belly laughs constantly, and it's contagious. She sits up now, and she has two cute little teeth. She is a champ at eating baby food and never misses a chance for a meal. She has enjoyed popsicles on a blanket in the grass the last several evenings.
At today's check-up, Lucy weighed 17 lbs. 15 oz. (75 - 90 percenile) and was 25 1/2 inches long (25 - 50 percentile).
*Dancing in the 80's was hard. (Elizabeth, said while playing The Michael Jackson Experience on Wii)
*Did you forget to pay the water bill or somethin'? We always run out of hot water so fast. (Drew, said after being the last kid to bathe one night)
*I've only brushed my teeth twice this week. (Ross, said after coming home from camp)
*It was easy. That's because she doesn't even move. (Drew's friend, said after I told the boys thanks for keeping an eye on Lucy when I stepped out of the room)
*Weird is the new brown. (Drew)
*It looks like a car crashed into my hair. (Elizabeth)
*I want to have a big hoosier wedding! (Drew, said after I told him I absolutely will not tolerate a cake smash at my children's' weddings)
To get ready for a yard sale, I spent every waking hour this week (that I wasn't nursing or fixing meals) down in the basement going through our junk. Unfortunately I discovered evidence that a mouse was residing there. I picked up some mousetraps and prepared them late one night.
Man! Those suckers hurt! I REPEATEDLY snapped my thumbs trying to set the traps. I felt like I was in a Tom and Jerry episode!
I ended up bruising my right thumb...
...and my left.
While in her room she quickly crafted a little tombstone for the mouse that read:One evening last week as I drove to Ross's 468th baseball game of the season I heard a mysterious crackling noise that sounded like glass breaking. After a quick scan of the windshield, I found it to be in one piece. I asked, "What was THAT?!" Elizabeth said it was Ross's water bottle, so I figured she was correct. She was not. After the ball game, I got back in the van and saw a four inch crack at the bottom of the windshield. Fantastic.
Luckily I know a pretty great insurance agent who called in a report as soon as we got home. Usually the glass company we use comes down to us from St. Louis. I had to take Ross to his endocrinologist the next day in St. Louis, so I set up an appointment for the crack to be patched while we were in the city. We got out of our endo appointment earlier than usual, so I headed over to the glass company to see if they could get us in earlier. They couldn't. We had to leave and come back two hours later. In those two hours the crack spread. And spread. And spread. Beyond repair. We now had to have the windshield replaced. Since Ross and I were on a tight schedule (because we had to get back for his 469th baseball game) I told the glass company I would need them to come to our house the next day to replace it.
The service technician arrived at our house the next day, and of course the kids wanted to watch.
All started out well enough. Then came lots of questions from Elizabeth (ever the student) to the nice glass man. "Is that black stuff glue?" "Is that a big screw driver?" "Can I have the old windshield?" Wanting to join in on the questioning, Mallory thought of her own questions to ask: "Is that that you're standing in, grass?" followed by, "Do you want to see a dead mouse?" Thankfully this man was a grandpa and simply smiled.
Next the boys got out the basketball. After narrowly missing the stand that held the new windshield, I thought it best for Mr. Glassman's sanity and mine to send everyone inside.*My pinkie toe looks like it's pregnant. I'm going to call it Junior. (Elizabeth)
*Ugh. My hands are all soft now. I'm a boy. They're suppose to be rough. (Drew, after being asked to put lotion on Lucy.)
*She's cute and small. Cute is the new small. (Drew)
*Mommy, I think I'm turning into a vampire because these teeth (canines) keep growing longer. (Mallory)
*Do black people get tans? (Ross)
*I can just see the headlines now: Mormon Boy Goes To Jail For Stealing Water Bottle (Ross, said after nearly forgetting to pay for an item at the store)
*Mallory: Can I call you "Grandma?"
Me: Why?
Mallory: Because you look older than your age.
*It looks like I have a tooth growing in my fingernail. (Mallory, looking at a white spot on her nail.)
Dora's baby brother and sister didn't come with names, so Drew decided to name them.
Today at church I noticed a few things.
1. I suppose I need to keep one eye open during all prayers. That's when sneaky naughtiness takes place.
2. Lucy will belly laugh if someone sneezes during a prayer.
3. I'm so thankful our bishop can laugh about armpit toots.
Lucy turned five months old this week. As always, she is such a delight. Fat and happy! She is pleasant and just rolls with the punches. She has discovered her meaty little feet. She is trying to sit up on her own, but she still hasn't rolled over. Frankly, I think she hasn't rolled over yet because she is always being held. But it's hardly our faults! We just can't resist cuddling and hugging and smooching her!
