You bet I verbed it. I also just verbed "verb". Deal with it.

Grammar humor that only Christy will appreciate aside, we now continue our weeks-behind update process to bring you a story of black lights, popped balloons, and wishful thinking.

When last we left our intrepid duo, they were recovering from an extensive amount of weekend excitement. This led into a typical recovery week, which led into yet another less than typical weekend.

We teased it a few posts ago, but now the annual donning of garments and mass acquisition of candy has now come and gone. This was the first year both boys were aware of what was going on, and they certainly showed it.

Yet another on-time post has slipped through my fingers. We spent so much time getting ready for the party that I completely missed it. No biggie, since this should be a quick one. We already have the photos from Max's party in the queue so we should have that up later this week. Today, we'll address what happened before the madness set in.

The planets have aligned in some manner that has allowed me to bring you what will be an on-time and quite lengthy update on our goings on. It's hard to believe we've been doing these blogs for so long, but it was hard to deny it when our big guy turned four on Sunday. Hard to believe, even though for some reason Christy kept thinking he was turning five.