Slept in snuggling the baby,
Made a Starbucks run,
Watched Charlie Brown's Thanksgiving with the boys,
Cuddled them both before naps,
Yelled (again) about the state of the house,
Lost my patience with an inquisitive toddler,
Became frustrated with a baby who wouldn't sleep unless he was held,
Made sweet potato fries and homemade chicken strips for dinner,
Colored and played trains,
Watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs as a family.
Today I vowed to do more of the first and third and less of the second.
So far I've:
Watch Charlie Brown's Thanksgiving (again),
Made pancakes with a helper,
Colored and made cards,
Danced during music time.
Being happy and enjoying these days (even during the crabby times) is so much more fun than yelling. Why can't I remember this more often?