It's only twice a year that we don't have to feel guilty about watching TV all weekend for 10 hours. DeA prepared by getting out her wiggles ahead of time. Leo helped.
She made sure to be limbered up and ready to go.
We had a stray Luca on our yard, I guess the older boys ran home and left him.
DeA felt like celebrating conference with a porterhouse steak, unfortunately she and Jens both wanted it well-done.
The boys rolled in about 7pm on Saturday. Leo was glad to have more people home that he could beg.
They acted as if Grandma Lisa hadn't fed them all week.
There goes the rest of my steak, gobbled up in a steak and mac and cheese sandwhich.
When the kids were little, DeA would get so excited about a relaxing conference weekend only to get frustrated that the kids were incapable of sitting still or being reverent or even being able to play quietly away from the living room. Hey, at least that isn't a problem anymore.
The donut tradition is hanging by a thread, only Jens wanted to do it this year and then I screwed up the recipe somehow and the donuts were skibidi.
We ended up with scragglers after family lunch at Janet's.
"Hey Dad, why do I keep getting these headaches after my naps?"
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