The week after the holidays dawned still-warm-enough to go barefoot at the park
and still celebratory enough to learn to gamble (scratch offs, anyway) with Grandpa
... at least until the North Dakota cohort decamped for parts still snowy, and we had to take down the tree.
We consoled ourselves with game nights,
play room cleanup (complete with major toy donation),
and garage reorganization (in the form of testing out
alltheguns).
We squeezed in a date night for trampolining (some of us in Halloween costumes)
and
Mod pizza (our fave) with the Ryans
plus an ill-advised trip to
Icemazing on a payday Saturday in an Army town.
Finely and Ford also got to (finally) learn the value of a couple bucks, when they took their first chore money to Target to buy the toys Santa forgot. The joy was palpable, but there were tears at Coinstar, when Finley thought it stole her coins because all it gave her in return was cash. It was all I could do not to laugh, but the anguish was real.
New Barbie cars make everything better, though, and we wrapped the weekend watching a Vikings win while trying on every single costume in the playroom with friends
and feasting on peanut butter out of the jar. All in all a nice, low key return to routine and questionable dinner choices.
My fave has to be this one of miserable Ford, while the girls do crafts and eat leftover Christmas cookies.
Who even remembers the offense? Sometimes you just have to pout.
On a back-to-work week after the holidays, I know the feeling...
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