So, it is correctly pronounced, "Battleshtar Galac *swallow* tica" (ample cheek spit needed).
The children survived the week just fine doing what they do best: Playing with "toys" that aren't really toys at all.
Like jump-roping with the cord to the baby monitor.
Leo really got into the jumping part...but only about 6 feet away from the actual rope ;)
Or playing doctor with the tire pressure gauge...
And of course threatening me with a belt to get them ice cream...
It was a veerryyy long week.
And I'm so glad it's over.