Can I please have that hour back?

I like the fact that it stays lighter later, but I really hate losing an hour of sleep. I guess if I went to bed before 2 am it might help, but that's unlikely. Actually, walking around for 2 hours in the hilly, un-sidewalked areas that the Tiger Cubs were assigned to pass out the Food Drive fliers helped, I was asleep by 12:30. Thankfully it didn't rain. I'd love to know why they assigned the youngest boys the largest and most unsafe areas. It's kinda weird, the same weekend the time change happens, the weather is all of a sudden incredibly Spring-like. We've been playing with the kite and other assorted outside toys for the past few days. I guess we need to start getting bids on the much-anticipated fence. We also need to get a really long leash for the cat. I feel bad leaving him in the house while we venture out into the nice weather. He loves to lay in the window and look outside, so I'd like to let him run around for a while.
OK, more birthday pictures. I didn't get any real great ones. It's hard to lead games and activities and be the photographer.


This was their favorite game. We had some black balloons ("dirty bubbles" from Spongebob) taped to the edge of a table and they had to hit one with the Nerf dart. They would have done that the whole time if we had done it first.


"Spongebob Says" (laugh like Patrick, meow like Gary, do karate like Sandy, etc.) lasted for about 2 minutes. Nobody paid attention to the Spongebob Says part. This is them doing muscles like Larry the Lobster.


While Ethan opened his gifts, some of the boys decided to put the balloons under their shirts.


This was Pass the Sponge, whoever was holding it when the music stopped was out. I had the theme song playing on the DVD and just hit pause every now and then. No, I wasn't looking, so Ethan did get out. In fact, I don't think he won once.

OK, I think that's it for the birthday. It seems like forever ago, even though it was just a week ago today. I have a few more pictures of Jake. He likes to sleep in enclosed places. I was looking all over for him and couldn't find him. He was here:

Can't see him? Neither could I. Try this:

If at all possible, he really would just prefer to just plop on top of a person and make himself comfortable.

When we're in the office, he likes to sleep here, in a box I was about to throw out. I guess we'll be keeping it.

OK, enough for now. I smell popcorn.