I Almost Forgot to Tell You...

So maybe I haven't exactly been the queen of blogging lately. Maybe I have had a lot going on. One story I should have posted:

Last Friday I went with my mom to the track to walk. (Our new place backs up to the high school...tennis courts and all!) We took all the kids - I have 3 now...its crazy. The big two were in the double jogger, Lucy was in the big fat travel system stroller. We had walked just over a mile when the kiddies wanted to get out to go climb to the top of "the mountain" (aka a little grassy hill). Avery and Aidan ran about five feet off of the track when Avery biffed it, falling to the ground. Wimpering, she yelled, "I fell in some mud", My mom walked over to help her up only to discover she didn't exactly slip and fall in a pile of mud. My poor, sweet, adorable little Avery slipped and fell in a very large and chunky pile of puke. I kid you not. Those of you that know me well know that this was my worst nightmare coming to life. I am petrified of the pukes. But guess what? I'm a survivor. That's right. Life went on. We did, however, abandon Avery's flip flops. Thank goodness she wasn't wearing her Nikes.