Happy 238th, USMC!

Yep, it's that time of year again.....ball time!  It's so funny that each year as the Marine Corps Ball rolls around, I dread the whole getting ready process and planning out what to wear.  Funny should I say that because I generally just repeat a blast from the past dress, so that would make for no planning involved.  It rarely matters considering we move locations every 3 or so years, so the only ones having seen the dress are facebook friends and I'm sure they have more to do than keep up with what dress I wore to the last ball.  Having said all that, Fletcher and I enjoyed our night out.  It's always fun to celebrate the United States Marine Corps and we're especially proud of our very own. 

One might think that was actually the most eventful part of the night (the celebrating part), however, that's not how things go down in our house.  When got back home from our evening out, our sweet, sweet sitter (on a side note, maybe too sweet for our boys because I'm always worried one might shock her with something that comes out of their mouths), informed us that Beau hadn't eaten anything for dinner.  I was a little surprised since he generally doesn't refuse pizza, but thought maybe he had gotten into snacks beforehand.  After she left, I went into check on him and realized he had forgotten to put on his pull-up before bed.  Major party foul.  We have a house of deep sleepers.  I have literally slept through a hailstorm that broke out a window in my room, so I proudly can claim, I have passed that genetically superior quality onto my precious offspring.  Needless to say, he had wet his bed.  At this point I decided Cinderella had already turned into a pumpkin, the heels were off, but I wasn't about to go to changing beds at 11:00 pm.  I took him to my bed and called it a night......

All is well until about 4:30 am when Beau starts the pre-gagging which is always followed by you know what.  What is noteworthy here (and I must say pretty impressive) was our immediate "spring into action" response.  I jump at least a foot straight up in the air pitching Beau to Fletcher while simultaneously yanking our Ralph Lauren comforter to the other side all in an effort to escape a trip to the dry cleaners the next day.  I don't know if this is a positive, but if I'm being honest, that's the first thing that ran through my mind head.  Not my poor child about to puke, but that darn comforter and the arm and a leg I just paid a month ago to have it cleaned.  Even more so, when we layed back down, I thought to myself "catlike reflexes....I've still got it..."not a drop on that paisley comforter.  Can I just mentioned that no one was harmed in any of these events. :)   

Disregard that my boys are covered in peanut butter and dirt.  I would pretend that it's not the norm, but then again, that would only be pretending. :)