Oh my God, Becky... look at this blog. It's so...behind.

So, hey, midway through International Jenny Month, and I'm not only 39 (and feeling every second of it this weekend, rowr) but my kids have been doing things, and I haven't been writing about them at all. I have, however, been hording little sentence fragments meant to prompt me to write about all the stuff going on around here.

Either my handwriting sucks or I've ceased making any kind of sense, because who knows what "orange mustache whee!" means? The whee and the exclamation mark seem to indicate some sort of glee. The significance is completely lost on me.

Other things I meant to write about, but totally didn't:

My son turned 11!

I found a new latte name, courtesy of an inattentive Starbucks employee!

We celebrated our 13th Anniversary, and didn't take a single picture to celebrate!

My youngest daughter fell in love with all things Steampunk at the Handcar Regatta!

My oldest daughter started ballroom dancing lessons!

My son went away for Outdoor Education for a week!

I turned 39! Orange Mustache Whee! (Yeah, still don't have any clue what I was talking about.)

Life is full. Full, and good. And exhausting.