On Friday the kids and I had an incredibly fun time just hanging out in the back yard together. I dragged out their baby pool, which was ridiculously small for them now, though they didn't seem to notice. I also put up a tent in the backyard for them to play in and to shade Caleb while he hung out outside. Poor little guy, stuck in a pink princess tent most of the day. He doesn't stand a chance, hanging out with three women all day. We were out for all but a couple of hours while the kids napped... an idyllic day. Everyone behaved and got along well, too... someone remind me, isn't this a sign of the apocalypse?