Recovering.

I'm dragging today, thanks to an incredibly exciting National Championship game last night. I can't remember the last time I watched a non-Army or USC game to the final seconds, but this one was a real nailbiter. At least I thought so. My gamewatching buddies tapped out early (not that I can blame them. Ford has been up at all hours teething, and last night it got the better of the boys.)

Luckily, it's a writing week for me so I don't have to drive in to school and am sleepily folding laundry instead of trying to keep my eyes open during class today. (We'll see how much writing I get done, but it's 14 degrees and icy out, so making homemade bread in my PJs is way more appealing than legal research anyway.)

We've kind of hunkered down and enjoyed downtime at home over the recent cold snap, and are finally starting to feel caught up after our insane holiday travel. (Even though Seth has vowed never to fly with children again.) The box of presents we had to mail home arrived, and the kids had Christmas #2. (Note to self: next year just repackage toys they already own. The joy factor is not diminished.)

We've done pretty well so far tackling New Year's resolutions. (That is, we've stuck to decent workouts, although I have yet to buy a ranch in Montana or a four wheel drive vehicle, Seth's resolutions for me.) This is Finley doing "squats" with me. She loves working out.

Jury's still out on the new (-ly converted) toddler bed (our resolution for Finley, who learned on vacation how nice it was to climb in with Mom and Dad: sleep all night in your own bed!) The Sheriff Callie bedding I finally caved and bought seems to be a hit.

Ford and I even squeezed in a weekend nap. (Not a resolution; probably should have been.)

When we got cabin fever after all the indoor time, we took the kids to an indoor playground Seth found in Central Valley. It was a hilarious good time, although not free of "funniest home videos"- worthy spills.

And Seth locked in "dad of the year" for his willingness to squeeze himself up many stories of tiny playground staircases.

We also had a hilarious-as-always evening at the Ryans', during which Finley discovered both dress up clothes and nerf guns, and was perfectly happy to mix the two. It cracked us up.

As if those aren't priceless enough to qualify for photos of the week, my two other favorites are of my little mirror buddy getting ready for school with her new "makeup kit,"

 and Handsome Ford (what Finley calls him now) working out. Even teething, he's all smiles.

We've been loving our post-holiday recovery time (and I've loved being a "trophy wife"!) but we're slowly getting back to the grind. Best of luck to everybody doing the same!