This week has been a bit of a grind. I got home last night and it felt like a Friday night. Typically on Friday nights we have some wine, Spanish meat and cheese and just decompress from the week. By 10pm I'm usually asleep, either in a chair, my bed, or one of the kids' beds. I felt that same sort of way last night but unfortunately it was only Thursday; one more day to go.

On Thursday's I host what's called Taco Thursday at our house. It was originally intended to be a mid-week men's bible study but in reality, the attendance is so random due to business travel and other family commitments that we've yet to choose a subject to study. Therefore we eat tacos and just talk. Jess is a super hero and has all the stuff made and ready to go by the time I get home (which is only a little before the other guys show up). So I did that last night instead of falling into a pile and going to sleep.

The weather continues to be awesome. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, springtime in Madrid is awesome: it's like a nice summer(upper 70s and sunny everyday). Pretty soon it will be hot and we'll be complaining about the heat...

Ted and LuAnn land this morning. The kids are over-excited. LuAnn came in early 2014 for a few days when she brought Olive from the U.S. to Spain but that was in the old house on the other side of town. To the kids, that's ancient history so they have "all new" things to show them. Poor Ted, he's going to be hit with a tsunami of kid info and activities from minute #1.

On Tuesday I accidentally took both car keys to work with me, effectively stranding Jess and the kids at the house. I work on the other side of town so it wasn't an option to turn around and drive back home to return the keys. It ruined the entire day but Jess was a trooper. They took taxis everywhere. Not ideal but it worked in a pinch!

In case you're wondering about the picture, this is a sample of Henry's current fashion sense. Sorry for the mildly blurry picture quality from behind. He's old enough now to realize when I'm taking a picture to use in a way that will embarrass him and he tries to hide. Normally he wears a t-shirt and basketball shorts. Every day. But on church days we force him to "dress it up" a bit and this is the kind of thing he comes up with. I know what he's thinking: "I like stripes. I like plaid. I like stripes and plaid."