Proof that I don't have it all together, Doughnuts and Me-aw

This is how Joshua feels about a doughnut:I call it delightfully in love.

Mom went with us to our favorite local doughnut shop on the way to church on Sunday. Joshua always eats his plus some of mine.

Caleb eats some of the sprinkles off the top of his, then "saves the rest for later." I'm not sure where he got that un-sweet tooth from.

My mom (known to the boys, for some crazy, unspellable reason as Meaw) came up last weekend to watch the boys while I was to go to Miami to shoot a wedding. I had my bag packed, ready to go. I'd called my friend Stacy (who bought the plane tickets) the night before we were to fly and hadn't heard from her. No worries. Finally got in touch with her at 10 am and I said, "So when should meet to go to Nashville?" Her answer was a surprised "What?" Turns out I had the date of the wedding wrong. Dead wrong. I have had it in my head for the past 2 months that it was on June 6. We must have been talking about it on the phone when Stacy told me her sister's wedding was June 26. I remember looking at the calendar, thinking, "Okay, June 6 is a Saturday. So that makes sense." June 26 is a Friday. That's the only explanation I have for where I got the date. I looked back at all of our email traffic, between Stacy and I and between the bride and I, and not once did we talk about a date. Crazy. I hope Stacy and the bride aren't second-guessing their choice of photographers. I'm not as irresponsible as I appear.

And to anyone who ever worries that I look like I have it all together: here is proof I don't. What a doofus.
Praise God Kevin's Mom is going to fill in for me and come up for the June 27 wedding.
It turned out to be a great weekend though. Mom is a whirlwind of organizing and cleaning. I was so tired after she left on Sunday afternoon, I took a 2 and a half hour nap. We painted the twins' room, organized the boys clothes, put together a little bookshelf for Joshua's clothes, went through two mountains of baby boy clothes, organized those into plastic tubs, put a few clothes in a tub labeled "Girl," (It is not even halfway full. Compared to 5 boxes of boy clothes.) and then Mom cleaned the house. I cannot express how grateful I am to have a mom like her. So giving and selfless. Joshua has been asking for Me-aw and Pop-Pop every night since she left. He wants to know where they are. And he isn't content until he's asked and I've answered three times. Sometimes he throws in a random "Where's the choo-choo?" too.