Chalk on my face? Shut it down.
So, the holidays have come and gone. What is that you say? Is it time to tackle potty training? Is it time to lose the bedtime pacifier? Is is time to start job hunting? I made this lovely list of "things to do when we get home." Now, *sigh* as it stares me in the face, I already feel tired and defeated. Where do I even begin, folks? What have I gotten myself into!?
Broc is thirty years OLD today. Did I place an emphasis on the word old? My mistake. Doughnuts were our celebratory cake since there are only 3 of us, and since we 3 like doughnuts.
Broc maintained this face throughout the day. He is utterly elated to be thirty, and to be allotted an all day no nagging game pass. That's right, his Birthday wish was to play video games and computer games for an entire day, which he did and still is. I have served him meals, kissed him on the cheek and praised his pretend victories like a good little wife. Despite all my goofing on him, I do love my husband. He is a wonderful man and I am so blessed to have him in my life.
Piper gladly helped her dad with the daunting task of opening presents. She said "Happy Birthday Daddy" approximately thirty times today, because she thinks birthdays are fantastic!
Finally, a day worthy of winter coats and a steamy cup of coco. I will gladly embrace these cold days, for I know I'll be begging for them come summer. Broc heard news of a tree lighting on Hunter this evening. We attended the event thinking it would be fun, but Piper didn't have much interest in the whole ordeal.
