Another hockey weekend.

 Last weekend, Ben and Cooper and Harry left us behind to go to Harry's hockey tournament.

Usually, the whole family goes to at least one tournament a season, but this one was 4 hours away, and everyone was staying at a Days Inn.  So.

 I stayed home with these two.

 And we literally stayed home.  Jack wore this most of Saturday.

 We took a brief break to play outside.

 Notice the little-sister-sized mudprint on Jack's back

 Before putting on jammies and having pancakes AND cinnamon rolls

 While we watched Despicable Me 3

 Then Jack put Dorothy to bed (!) and he and I watched both 50 First Dates AND Paul Blart, Mall Cop.

 He even made breakfast the next day

 Before his hockey game

 Where Dorothy waited in a cubby.

Then we came home and Jack played with a friend; Dorothy played dolls, and I made two dinners and two desserts to get our week going.  Before we even knew it, the rest of the family was home.  A couple of years ago, the thought of spending a weekend alone with some of the kids would have been daunting, but these two are so old and easy now.  Same wit hBen-- Cooper was a NBD addition to his weekend.  As sad as I am about not having any babies in the house, these big kids are a blast and a breeze.  But don't worry-- puberty is about to screw all of this all up.

But in the meantime, Cooper's puking baby: