Busiest Weekend Ever.

And it's over. Thank you.

Woke Friday at 7am. Dressed, fed, and shipped the girls off to school. Went back into the school to volunteer in Abbie's class. Came back and planned a huge grocery shopping trip. Went to the store. Got home from the store just in time to greet my parents and brother at my front door as they drove from Pennsylvania to Florida just to escape the 4 feet of snow. No, not really, though that's as good a reason as any, right?

Got my parents settled in and we ate dinner. Made a trip to JoAnns with my mom (nothing finer in the world than a trip to JoAnns with your mom. Really). Came home and stayed up too late making a birthday cake.

Woke up at 5:45am on Saturday morning. Cleaned my house and frosted the cake. Invited 8 children ages 6-9 into my home to trash the place. Didn't even clean up after they left. Took a brief nap. Ran some errands while my husband and brother took the older three kids ice skating. Met my husband at his work so we could leave the kids with the babysitting company his work hires on occasion as a perk for the employees. Took my parents out to dinner. Fielded a phone call from Abbie regarding a hysterical Lucas. Ignored his panicked screeching in the background. (He was fine.) Picked the kids up. Made a slideshow. Make a headband. Made a church program. Crashed into bed close to 2am.

Woke up Sunday at 6:45am. Cleaned up from the birthday party. Got 4 children ready for church (with the help of my parents and husband.) Looked hot at church! Well, as much as a 38 weeks pregnant woman, can... which is to say, comical. Ran errands around church all through Sunday School. Actually sat and listened to the lesson in Relief Society. Fabulous. Ran home. Fed family leftover pizza for lunch. Tended to an oozing infected wound on one of my children. Pretended like I was going to make cupcakes. Delegated. Hustled everyone back to the church. Fielded 3 screaming fits from 3 different children who did NOT get enough of a nap. Didn't forget anything.

Witnessed the baptism of my oldest daughter. Cried. Loved my husband so much it hurts. Felt truly blessed because of all of the awesome friends and family who came out to the baptism. The room was bursting with so much love for our family that it brought me to tears a couple of times. Dressed her in the gorgeous dress my mother made. Felt my heart skip a beat. Underestimated the pain of watching your child grow up before your very eyes.

Hustled everyone home. Made (with many helping hands) breakfast for dinner at Abbie's request. Sang birthday wishes, ate birthday cupcakes and celebrated Chinese New Year with Boba, pineapple cakes and some "lucky money."

Hoped my friends know that I feel of their love and support. Hoped my family knows how extremely grateful we are that they made the trip (both the drive and the flight) to be with us this weekend.

Hoped my daughter knew how much she's loved and how proud of her I am.