I got the answer to that question on Saturday when Trevor and I spent the day together by ourselves (which I'm just now writing about due to my Internet being down for 2 days...grrr!) We went to the movies, Rita's, Gamestop, and Target.  I didn't have to make a million stops at every bathroom in each store, didn't have to change poopy diapers on those less than sanitary changing stations, or deal with anyone's meltdowns.  We had a very peaceful, serene day in which we received each other's undivided attention.  I thought for a moment that that's what it would be like to only have one child- quiet and peaceful.  It would be an easier life, sure- cheaper by a mile.  But, there would be so much missing from my life...our lives. I adore my son, but I feel incredibly lucky to have the experience of rasing both a son and daughters, because after spending a day doing boy things, I got to come home to these beautiful girls.

One of the greatest lines in a movie ever.  I finally understand what it means.  I can relate my entire life to Parenthood.  Trevor is Kevin, the kid with OCD; Victoria is Julie, the rebellious headstrong daughter who gets married at 16, and Sophie is Justin, the kid with the bucket on his head. "How proud you must be." And indeed, we are.

In order to avoid an aneurysm from typing about my weekend for the THIRD time in a row, I'm just going to summarize- we went to the beach, had to come back early, and celebrated Easter at home.  My computer keeps freezing, so here are some pics before it happens again.

The estrogen in the household increased a little more this weekend when I brought home Bella.  She's a two month old half chihuahua, half terrier. I've been assured she won't get any bigger than 20 pounds, so hopefully that's the case.  So far, she's calmer than most puppies and very good natured.  The kids love her already, even the baby.  She's spent every evening sleeping in Welsey's arms, so it seems she's a good fit for the entire family.  Everyone that is except Phoebe.

Today Wesley and I spent our lunch hour shopping at Target for the kids' Easter baskets.  I thoughtfully picked out just the right candy, cute plastic eggs, and metal pails with their favorite characters.  Of course Wesley helped, if you call grumbling, sighing, and tapping your foot helping.  Anyway, I took the candy inside work to make sure it didn't melt in the car, and I put all the bags on the floor of the backseat, and I picked up the kids.  I always leave Trevor and Victoria in the backseat when I get the baby, and nothing eventful usually happens...usually.  Well, after being gone for approximately 5 minutes to get Sophie, I come back to a car strewn with Target bags, candy, and gifts.  Trevor had a chocolate mouth, and Victoria was holding the Hello Kitty stuffed animal I'd gotten for Sophie.  She'd already seen the Alvin and the Chipmunks dvd we'd gotten her as well.  Since she saw her gift, Wesley went ahead and gave Trevor the Phnneaus and Ferb game we got him. So, here we are a few days before Easter, and the surprise is already ruined.  We are going to the beach, though, so the holiday can still be salvaged.  By the way, it was Victoria who dug into the bags.  Shocker.

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These are from last weekend, but still should be documented, given the rarity of the situation.  I ended up in the bed with the two of them, squished on my side, with a major back twinge.  They are sweet when they want to be, aren't they?

Sophie has now decided that we don't need to help her eat anything.  This includes yogurt, so here'e what happens when you let a 1yo feed herself.

Last night Trevor went to his first officical sleepover.  His new best friend, Jabari, is just like him- hyper, loud, and way into comic books.  They even create them together.  Jabari's mom took them to the movies, CiCi's, and then home where they stayed up past midnight watching tv.  I was so excited for him, whereas other people, who shall remain nameless, were very worried about Trevor's first night away.  He's only ever stayed with us or his grandparents, so this was his first night without family.  There were no midnight calls to come pick him up, like we feared.  On the other hand, I was encouraged to call and check on him to make sure everything was ok.  He came home this morning, exhausted and already asking when we can do it again.  I was just informed that our house is boring without Jabari.  I'm so happy that he's got a good friend, but I dread the inevitable repeated requests to do it again, especially since it'll be our turn to host it next time.

And here's the face of a very exhausted boy:

Straight A's bitches.  All 3 quarters.  Math was touch and go for a minute.  He had a B on his interim, but then what do ya know?  He busted out a 100 on his last Math test.  I am so proud of him!