My amazing weekend

We had a busy, busy weekend of not leaving the house. Well, Jack did ride his bike into town (on the road!) for the first time ever. He called, as instructed, when he arrived safely. He had bought an ice cream with his own money, but he was wondering if I would pay him back for the water he bought, since it was my fault for not reminding him to bring one. Seriously. Meanwhile, Mitch and I were busy gardening. At around 2, the kids were really getting loud with their complaints of hunger, so I threw some pb&j sandwiches at them for their first picnic of the year. I thought it was feed a cold, starve a fever, but if it's both a cold and a fever, I'm pretty sure it means you can feed them late.

Dang, I'm an amazing mother.

On Friday, Tragedy (yes, with a capital T) struck. I was teaching Jack how to make pizza, and for no apparent reason, my beloved mixer broke. I must have called Mitch at work five times freaking out or giving him internet-researched tidbits about broken mixers. I'm sure he was wondering why, with four sick kids, I was giving him updates about a mixer rather than our kids. But they can't make pizza the way my mixer can.

R.I.P.