St. Patrick's Day was March 17, and this guy was In. To. It.
I turned 41 on March 28 (and celebrated by trying to recapture my childhood by playing beer pong). It didn't work.
Easter followed in the first week of April. Much candy. Many egg hunts.
Daddy even got on the act by jumping into the foam pit.
Mother's Day brought many home-made gifts, lots of love, a little crying (mostly Will, some me), and a breakfast that I didn't have to cook. I'd call it a "win."
Lucy graduated from pre-school on June 3...
...and she stole the show at her second dance recital the following week.
We remembered Andy on his angel day, June 4.
I missed Father's Day because I was at a national SMA conference. Whoops. There are pictures somewhere, I promise!
July found us commemorating Independence Day with fireworks and food trucks. Will accurately called them "booms."
On July 15, Lucy turned five, and she celebrated like crazy. Including another party at the gym! #youonlyturnfiveonce
And, Daddy got stuck in the pit...again. Those are his feet.
Now, you're all caught up!