Okay, now I feel better. In other news(and no particular order):
|Snapchat has a Picachu filter and Averson's dreams are complete|
|We took the girls to see an awesome (and mildly inappropriate) art exhibit and it was amazing|
|Eli went backpacking. Again. And got hazed. When I asked him about it he said, "That's why I love Scouts Mom! Someday I'll get to do it to a young kid too." Um.|
|Scout graduated pitbull class and neither of us died.|
|Averson's face-gina is gone! And more Snapchat.|
|I played footy and got a sports injury. This is the only picture because the other ones looked like a pudgy middle-aged suburban mom playing a tackle sport and trying not to die. BUT, I scored a goal and tackled people and I kind of love it a lot|
AND I finally finished and ordered Avery's baby book, which means that all three of my kids one now. I'm especially proud of this one. It only took four years but now I can maybe work on printing pictures or putting all my backups in the same place. Or reading a damn book.