We're all a little bit sick. Not a lot sick. Just a little bit sick. Either seasonal allergies or a small cold. I think? I hope it doesn't get much worse. It feels like they've been coughing since September. Growing an immune system is just rough.
We have a bunch of the usual suspects planned in the coming weeks. But this weekend we're going camping and that should be much fun. The boys will love it. Not sure how the wee one will take to it but ... life doesn't stop just because one of you happens to be small.
D and G have their Thankful Feasts this week. I'm supposed to peel and cut apple slices. I roll my eyes... and do the task anyway. And then G I'm supposed to send turkey. Um. The party is at 2 and he goes to school at 730. Where is this turkey going to sit for that time?? Still need to figure that one out.
Friday is camping. Monday and Tuesday G has science camp. I half debated sending D but as the potty training is 60/40 at best I declined. Wednesday we leave for Thanksgiving.
Then we're back and it's a fast and furious rush to Christmas. Who can believe that? The year is fast approaching it's end.
I'm in a strange state this holiday season. It feels like our first Christmas. The whole family. All done. Complete. This is us. The next couple decades of Christmas Cards ... this is us. There will be new dogs and new trials and new joys ... but this is us. Hi world. This is us.
Feels good.
I love my babies. You couldn't pay me a million dollars to do anything else.
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