A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five.

Spring is here! Spring is here! Spring is here! How did I spend the first really warm day of the season? Bent over a toilet throwing up thanks to a nice little bout of the stomach flu. We made it home from Madison without me losing it in the car, so that is something to celebrate. Especially since we didn’t pay $22,000 to have the car upholstery scotchguarded and you know we haven’t done it ourselves. Car ride aside, the real celebration occurred on Saturday when G.U.S. and the rest of us celebrated his fifth birthday.

 I can’t believe it. He was just a little chubby dude…

And now he is heading for kindygarten. Crazy. Apparently he is also a dinosaur.

Sweet Lou held his own throughout the weekend and somehow managed to avoid the illness that took three adults out in a matter of hours. This once again proves my theory that children are plotting to kill us all and take over the world. Based on last week’s budget bill shenanigans, perhaps I should amend my theory to state that they are actually shapeshifters taking over our bodies, not necessarily murderers and they have already completed phase I: Destroy Congress.

Ellis seemed to enjoy all of the activity and only misbehaved when no one was around to see him driving us nutso (i.e., 11 PM – 4 AM Friday and Saturday nights.)

And Mr. Swirley thoroughly enjoyed the weather, personal space afforded by the ‘burbs and the champagne of beers. He was definitely living the dream all weekend.

All in all, the Swingens put on a great show and we were happy to join in on the fun…even if we cumulatively lost 86 lbs on Sunday. Given that I ate three cupcake, a piece of cake, chips, various mayo-laden salads, drank Pepsi etc., etc., it probably was for the best that I couldn’t keep it all down. Gross.

Wise words? Bring it.