Thanksgiving Brag

It may not seem like a brag, but I do feel exceedingly proud of the fact that we have relaxed to the max while visiting my family in Montana. We have filled our days with eating, talking, game playing, drinking, eating again, and sitting around. I'll need to do some major detoxing when we get back tomorrow, but overall, this trip has been just what our on-the-go family needed.

He Draws

The holiday chalkboard is ready. It's spectacular as usual.

Hard Brag

I've been standing my ground today as my hardworking and beloved partner talks about how much work he needs to do on the garage this weekend and do I really need to be at that conference all day? 

The conference that I've had on my calendar since May? I ask. Yes. I'll be going to that all day tomorrow. 

This is the hard stuff that marriages are made of. I'm not backing down. 

He Cooks

 

I am very sorry that you were not able to have this delicious Bahn Mi for dinner tonight. I ate the whole thing. It feels like bragging to say that. It was a lot of food after all. 

Foundation

For a hearty breakfast, Sam recommends yogurt, oatmeal, and cereal. I mean, come on. He's so smart. 

Braggadocio

Dave worked today and I was so chill about it. I took the kids to the zoo, the library, the grocery store, and Choo Choo Bob's. And I didn't yell at or rush my children once. SuperMom? I think so.

Come On In

I took Sam to his swimming class for the first time tonight. Dave has been talking up Sam's progress, and I was excited to see what he'd been up to.

You might recall that we used to hold Sam's hand while he watched his own swimming class in action. But now the boy is doing it!

He puts his head in the water, floats on his back, and even kicks and paddles his way across the lane. I mean, it's sort of a flailing motion and the untrained observer might think he's actually struggling quite a bit, but believe me, he's doing it!

I almost cried.

On the way home I told Sam, "I'm proud of you." And he replied, "I am too."

We Built This City

We've been working on the new garage forever now (and by we, I mean Dave, of course). Today he had his dad and brother over to put something that may or may not have been sheetrock (I don't really know what any of the materials are called) onto the ceiling (I'm also not certain that I can all where they put the material the ceiling). While they worked I took care of Sam, Eloise, and my awesome nephew, O (which is, let's be clear, helping with the garage).

Taking care of three children wasn't so hard, I found, especially when I put on some Okee Dokee Brothers and gave everyone an instrument.

I mean, parts of it were hard. But only when one of my own children cried incessantly over not being able to ride a bicycle twice her size (Eloise) or continued to knock over the smaller children (Sam).