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the real

I took a picture this afternoon.  But I feel too lazy to pull out the camera cord so I can upload it.

The picture is of my sofa.  Couch.  Davenport.  Whatever.

There are powdery hand prints all over the seats.  Why?  Because my son's lunch was a donut.  And you know what?  So was his breakfast.  He ate both of them in front of the couch, all classy-style.

And to be completely honest the reason we even have donuts in the house today is because it's Friday. 

A friend and I decided last April to walk every weekday morning.  At FIVE a.m. 

Because we're total rock stars, we started running  at some point in May.  Eventually we were walk/running a 5K every day.  That's right.  A 5K.  Impressed?  Hold on.

When school started, we decided we should cut back to meeting Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings.  And then it started to get a little cold and one or both of us started having achy joints.  So we decided we would quit with the running and just walk fast.

That went well. 

Until we decided that we should walk really fast on Monday and Wednesday, and then Friday instead of meeting to walk, we should meet for donuts. 

So. 

That's what we do. 

I've lost exactly zero pounds.

But, it's my favorite new reason to wake up at 5 a.m. on a Friday.   

ten eleven

He has a birthday today.

And an early meeting.  And an out of town football game. 

Yesterday we made cards and hit the grocery store for the ingredients we'll need to make his birthday dinner.  Everyone had ideas....a feast to rival the holiday meals.  The presents they want to buy for him cost more than they (will ever) have.  So they draw pictures. 

Tonight, when it's much past bedtime, we'll be waiting by the windows for our birthday dad to come home. 

And we will celebrate the man that 4 little kids adore and whose wife thinks he hung the moon.

it's a friday

I like a Friday.

Yesterday, my teeny tiniest tiny baby turned one.  I didn't even cry about it.  This is huge.  And curious.  I'm not sure why I'm so okay with it.  Maybe because I made brownies with cream cheese frosting?  I don't know.  But that frosting.  Whoa. 

There's a good amount left in my fridge right this minute and it's taking a bunch of will power not to go at it with a spoon.  I just had a conversation with myself.....I said, "Hey, self.  Give me one good reason why I shouldn't finish off that frosting."  To which I replied, "How about 3500 good reasons?  That's how many calories are in that little tub of delicious."  So.  I didn't eat it. 

Yet.

And as an update to the show:  It went okay.  It was definitely fun, but I don't think it's the best venue for paintings.  I'm thinking next year, when we do it again, I'm going to have to come up with something different to add to the mix. 

I noticed that light bulb snowmen and santas were pretty popular.  I may need to switch gears.