One Week

One week of lunches packed...

One week of laundry clean...

One week of clothes laid out...(complete with matching socks & 'clippa's')

One week of groceries purchased...

One week of menu's planned...

One week of bed time help scheduled...

But I haven't been able to stock pile one week worth of lovings...


I'm headed to Houston this afternoon...for one week...sigh...

I've got everyone as ready as they possibly could be. I even purchased a web cam for our home PC so that I can Skype with all of my little dumplings while I'm gone.

And this is only the beginning of about 2 weeks worth of trips that don't include my family. PHEW! I'm exhausted just thinking about it....well, maybe I'm exhausted from all the planning and organizing I've done to try to keep things as simple for Whitebread as I can.

Aside from the insanity that ensues with all this traveling, things are great here!

My Mom retired at the end of last month. I threw her a "Great Big Fat Greek" Retirement Party, complete with an Indian buffet and a fish pinata. Ok, ok, so maybe I strayed from the theme, just a bit...but there was BAKLAVA...lots and LOTS of baklava! Everyone had a blast and we all learned even more about the gorgeous matriarch I call, 'Mom.' For instance, she once applied for a job as Playboy Bunny cocktail waitress at one of the old Playboy Clubs! (Who knew?!) It was a great party and the life squad only had to be called once! (My Grandma had an 'episode' and was rushed to the hospital. She's home and as fine as an 86 year old woman could be expected to be.)

Whitebread just wrapped up another semester of school (only 2 to go!). And the kids have about 2 weeks of school left before they're out for the summer.

Everyone is growing like a biscuit here at the Bunn hacienda. The picture to the right is Chef Whitebread training his young apprentice, Atticus, on his brand new outdoor grill!

And in other random news: Whenever I put on one of my tour costumes or I get my hair fixed, the first thing Loki will say to me in an exasperated voice is, "Momma! You're married!" It's the cutest thing EVER. I think that ever since he was in our friends wedding last summer he associates getting dressed up with getting married. It's cute because he gets SO excited about it. I've decided to interpret it as his way of telling me that I'm beautiful! ;D

I hope that you're all enjoying a plethora of summer adventures, yourselves!