Here's J hitting the world's strongest piñata at his Cinco de Mayo party. After about ten minutes of each of them patiently taking turns, the teachers resorted to unmasking them and letting them beat the stuffing out of it on the gym floor. You should have seen those kids, normally so well behaved and calm, all wild-eyed and wack-wack-wacking that stubborn thing. I've never laughed so hard in my life! I couldn't even hold up the camera- I was completely in tears! Oh, it makes me start up again just thinking about it... breathe. calming deep breaths. Anyway, we're on our own this weekend. Brian is off on his annual boys weekend. I'm not bitter at all that he left on the day of our ten year anniversary. (Ok, maybe just a little. In the grand scheme of things, I really lucked out in the husband department, so I'll get over it.) The three of us have nice calm plans for the weekend, hanging out together playing, maybe baking some sweet rolls and tending to our garden. You go have some fun yourselves, you hear?! Take good care, friends.