My girls are freaking famous!

Okay, not really. But they DID sing the National Anthem at the Astros vs. Rangers game last night with a church children's choir, and ROCKED IT! They had to walk all the way across the stadium to center field in Minute Maid park. Charlotte said it was scary. They were all very obedient and well-behaved and sang their hearts out. The best part was hearing the giant cheer that went up from the crowd when they were finished. What little rock stars.

On the flip side, Gabe has started telling me that he doesn't love me anymore every time he gets upset. Little jerk. He did get his cast off, though:

You may notice his right eye is a little black - he caught a frisbee with it on Sunday. Andy was afraid the doctor would think we were beating him. If that guy heard the way Gabe is talking to me, he may think we ought to.

Other than that, there is no news. Oh yes there is: I had a grownup girl sleepover with my friends! Well, our kids were their, too, but who cares? It was pretty much just like being a teenager: we ate junk food and drank soda and stayed up until 4am talking, and then we were grumpy the next morning when we had to wake up :) I loved it.

The Summer Youth Musical is kicking off next week, and since I don't have anything nice to say about it, I'll stop here.