This is late. Again, I forgot to write the danged thing until I crawled into bed. The days are full and just get away from me. Sometimes by the time I sit down, the last thing I want to do is feel as though I'm checking another thing off of my to-do list. Though I love writing the blogs, sometimes I just need to bow out of be thoughtful.
Anyway, yesterday was a pretty great day.
1. Grayson has started singing Christmas carols and kind of dancing too. I keep trying to catch him on video with my phone, but he hates being photographed or recorded, so I haven't been able to yet. Hopefully soon I'll catch him, though I doubt the camera will catch how cute it actually is. Somehow, I feel that my camera (most cameras) never capture how cute my boys are. That's probably partly because I'm looking at them through the lens of motherly love and partly because a portion of what makes them so cute and sweet is who they are, how they say things, what they do, etc., not just how they look.
2. We went to the kids' Christmas party at my work. It was actually perfect. I was not planning on bringing Grayson, but he woke up a little earlier from his nap than I expected him to, so we all loaded up in the car and ventured off. I'm so glad I bought him. He very much enjoyed himself there and it was well set-up for the kids. The room we had was big, and there weren't too many people so it didn't feel chaotic, like everything else I feel like we've taken them too this year for Christmas. We spent some time at each station and they loved it. Since it was an at-home day for Gray and I (Carter and Amma had taken a quick trip to walmart), the little party was a nice change of scenery and a short break away from home.
3. At the end of the night, once the baths had been given, bedtime books read, and end-of-day cuddles doled out, I sat on the couch under a blanket with my mother-in-law and folded laundry while we watched The Bachelorette. It was absolutely wonderful. It felt like the perfect way to unwind.
And that, my friends, is the way to do a Sunday.
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