This was the week that we surprised our boy with his very own not-handed-down, not-purple, big guy bike.
This was the week that we willingly agreed to take a rodent into our home. Claire saved her money and purchased a hamster, which she named "Cutester." At least it's not a cat.
This was the week that on date night we ate amazing French food, bought size 6 boys Levis and got home just in time for me to get hit with the stomach flu. Which I later passed on to the wearer of size 6 boys Levis.
This was the week that my not really a baby anymore girl shouted, "EAT PANCAKES, MOMMY!" from the backseat as we drove past the Original Pancake House. And so we did.