Unfortunately it was also a rare sick day for Calen, who had been up a good part of the night before with the barfs, and thus was an over-tired blob of sickness all the following day. So he went to bed super early while Cam held down the fort as the little big 12th Man in the house. And can we say that he's really good at being a cute 12th Man.
I also would like to toot my own horn at my delicious game day dinner of homemade honey barbecue drumsticks, hot drumsticks (made with Franks hot sauce) and cornbread.
And P.S. we won. Because we always win. And are moving on to the NFC Championships. Mmmmm. Victory.
Today Brad flew out of town for a week and Calen really took him leaving hard. So, I spent some extra time with activities with the kids this afternoon. We colored and did a big floor puzzle, and then this evening we had yet another game night, of the Milton Bradley variety. A little Toy Story Yahtzee Jr. and some Chutes and Ladders to finish out the day.
Also, certain family members like to whine that I'm not in enough pictures. I'm not sure what they want, bathroom selfies of me doing duck faces or what. So now they (and you) will be forced to see pictures of ME all week. You're welcome.
Ashley in Spaaaaaaace |
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