Maggie turned four years old and so her parents threw a big celebration on Sunday. We had a really nice time. The boys were in heaven. Ice cream and pizza and cake, oh my. Since Josh was visiting with his father, I was on my own, so that didn't leave much time to talk with anyone. The kids kept me busy even though I tried to ignore them. Sam kept crawling into hazardous situations and even my "he'll be fine" philosophy couldn't excuse my inaction. It was nice to be surrounded by some adults and to be drinking beer. Beer is always nice.
