Photo-style update

I was working on filling out an internship application for LIfeWay in Nashville, and they ask for the link to your social media outlets, so after I googled my own blog to remember my username, I decided it might be worthwhile to update it. I also told my lovely roommate that her blog was full of grammar fails, and she responded with "AT LEAST I UPDATE IT" and so then I shut my grammar judging mouth.

Top to bottom, front to left:
1.) We took family pictures of the Rexroats. They're seriously precious. Yes, I'm biased.
2.) I got old(er.) Give it up for the monster s'more cake Momma made me via Pinterest find!
3.) I went to a wedding and coordinated with Anna because we had a date night and bought those dresses together from Plato's because we're poor.
4.) I locked Emily in the bathroom via stack of STUFF. She tried to eat my shark. THAT SHARK IS PRICELESS, EMILY.
5.) I went to Fall Retreat and fell asleep in the grass and was sick for...until now. Thanks, Kentucky.
6.) I made this wreath via Pinspiration. It was assembled with toothpicks so I can re-use that dumb $6 foam ring.
7.) Halloween: Brian was "Animal Control" and I was a cat. Who would have guessed? (We're on the far right.)
8.) We painted pumpkins at HFC Fall Retreat! Mine's the Minion and B's is the...Shrek-looking-thing.
9.) We shot a wedding in Hopkinsville with the theme of UK Blue. I did very well not to pUKe in my mouth.
10.) I found the most efficient way to charge batteries!
m pm;This week started out with the usual church-food-homework-nap-homework-babysit-Herlald-homework-sleep, except that while I was taking one of my boys to the bathroom, another fell and BUSTED HIS FACE OPEN. He got two stitches on his poor little baby nose. I feel just awful, though I did tell him tonight that he looks like Spiderman. I know there's nothing I could have done; Emily was two feet from him when it happened, it still just sucks to be the one in charge when that happens.
Also, my cat has fleas. No, I'm not sure exactly how many, all I know if that I've personally killed at least 30. (Did you know that fleas make a little popping noise when you kill them? Well, lucky you, now you do.) I've given him a bath and washed everything in this apartment. I also comb him any time I see him scratch. Flea combs are cheaper than Frontline, but WAY more tedious.
Good news, Claws feels netter. I have ho sp,e edocome amd e dodm
t eat a;; dau. nit mpw jes sottomg pm tje leunpatd/ (Interpretation: Good news, Claws feels better. I gave him some off-brand Frontline medicine and I think it made him sickly, because he didn't eat all day. He's now lying on top of my hands which are on the keyboard. Em had to come in and use brunt force to remove him/throw a treat on the opposite side of the room so he'd chase it.)
The wrap-up of junior year is looking to be stressful. We're almost caught up on [bc] work and I have a test in every single class before Tuesday. However, life is good. I have clean sheets (and pillows and stuffed animals) to crawl into, so I think I'll do just that.

To mom: You're welcome.

That's all for meow,
Cat