I’m very grumpy this morning. Along with the time change, we have just managed to survive Vince’s 8th year-old birthday extravaganza yesterday – which was loud and raucous and made me glad that I don’t have 12 children (Dodecatuplets?). We hosted a bunch of boys in the house for 2.5 hours, there was some crying, wrestling, TV watching, pizza eating, dancing and a lot of yelling. The photos are all crap, but there isn’t much photo time when you are trying to keep the kids under control and to not destroy the house.
