Thanksgiving Weekend via Instagram.
Alas, I am still alive and kicking. I’ve been trying to declutter (again) so that we can find a place to squeeze our Christmas tree into this house.
Very small rooms…not so good for decorating during the holidays.
Can’t believe Thanksgiving is already over for this year. Time is going by so very fast it seems.
We had dinner (lunch) at my parents’ house on Thanksgiving day. That went ok. We wore our bonnets just for the heck of it.
(Ok let’s be honest, I look for opportunities to wear the bonnet. Shhh. Bonnets are cool.)
(Ok so this new blog layout doesn’t believe in spacing. It ignores html spacing between my pictures and ignores when it hit enter in the visual editor.
It looks spaced out in the editor, but it disappears when I save it. Driving me CRAZY!)
The girls enjoy playing with my mom when we go over to their house.
The next day Tyler had a rare day off, which was spent hanging out and eating left overs.
In the shower, getting ready to go to Tyler’s parents’ house for Thanksgiving Part II.
Refusing to smile with her pig tails.
At the in-laws’ house after we ate…
The day after Black Friday: Tyler made me a random hair appointment.
I’ve never done anything with my hair before. It just grows.
My hair has three colors in it–some brown hairs, some blond hairs, and some red hairs.
I decided to dye all of my hairs the same color as the red hairs. The hair dresser had an exact match to my red hairs, so…
Now I am all one color.
This was when it was still wet. I don’t have a good after picture. Need to take one.
It’s very close to the shade my hair already was, just all red and no more brown and blond.
I enjoyed spending a few hours child-free sort of being pampered. That won’t happen again for a long, long time.
Back at the homestead…never a dull moment.
Rosie made a cute gingerbread house.
Then she broke pieces off and ate it with Tyler.
My incessant chatter box at church on Sunday morning:
Rosie and me, getting ready to leave the service.
Worn out, on the way home:
Hmm…this picture is revealing.
McDonald’s and shoes strewn out across the living room. Awesome.
More of this! Always!
Study of a kitty…or two.
And finally, I bring you up to today. Tuesday.
Rosie wrote a story on the white board, sounding out all of the words herself.
Hand Writing Without Tears, Rosie and I both love these workbooks.
And…Ada at the school table, dressed in her pajamas. The girls refer to skeletons as “bad bones”.
Ada loves her Bad Bones PJ’s.
“I Bad Bones! Spooooky. Scary. Rawrrrr!”