Busy Weekend, busy week

It's 2 am and I've been up for hours editing pictures, printing them out, cutting, sorting, dating... and since I'm responsible and intelligent, I'm heading straight to bed...

(ahem)

...right after I tell you about our weekend.

Saturday, we celebrated JJ's birthday. His real birthday is not until the end of the month, but since it is right after Christmas, and I'll be working weekends starting in January, I thought I'd better do it a little early.

I am WAY more relaxed about birthdays now than I used to be... and really all family events for that matter. I still have a long way to go though. Have I mentioned that Peanut-lover comes from a HUGE family? Oh, and I come from a little bitty, teeny weeny family? Well, family events stress me out just because of the sheer number of people there and the unpredictability of it all. But I get better each time. This time, I didn't start hyperventilating until Thursday.

Anyways, the party went well. I never have any pictures because I'm way too busy at the party, but someone else always manages to get some and then I steal them. But, sorry, no pictures to share with you today.

Even though Peanut-lover's family is HUGE, there are only two grandsons (out of 12 grandkids), so everyone loves buying boy stuff. JJ got SPOILED! Lots and lots of boy stuff. And I'm pretty proud of myself because I managed to reorganize the toy shelf to fit them all in. Nothing short of a miracle! My kids have been pretty delighted these last few days, playing with all the new toys. And mommy has had a hard time not joining in... but I need days like those.

Sunday, I'd had a really rough night, so Peanut-lover took both kids to church and left me to sleep at home. Being the responsible, intelligent woman that I am... I laid in bed for about 5 minutes. Then I got manic. That happens when I have lots to do. I spent the morning catching up on stuff instead of sleep. The jury is still deliberating on whether or not that was a good idea.

Sunday evening, we went to a memorial for Con. It would have been her 37th birthday.

Stop. 37. Sheesh. Not fair.

Her husband and kids didn't want to be alone so they threw a big party, complete with more filipino food than you can imagine, and a slideshow of pictures. There were maybe 10 pictures of Con's funeral out of about 200 pictures. But KK can remember, in detail, every picture. Today she dragged around a box with a baby in it, telling me the baby died. Then she wanted us to pose like in every picture of the funeral and even remembered details like the flowers Con was holding, or that we put dirt on her casket.

KK told me that I was going to die soon. I asked if she was worried about that. She said yes, and that she was also worried about the baby that died (the doll). She switched back and forth between real and pretend and try as I might, I can't figure out how she really feels about the whole thing. All I can do is just listen and try to read what she is thinking. It is so complicated.

Anyways, that was our weekend. How was yours?