Sean gave up hitting the snooze button for Lent. I'm a little worried about what that lack of nine minutes of sleep will do to him. I'm thinking maybe I'll get to watch one show in its entirety. Because his thumbs will be too tired to switch back and forth between channels every two minutes. Win for me. Kids are kind of like a snooze button. You want to lean over and
We slept at my mom's house this weekend. Lillian in bed with nanny, Grady next to me in my childhood bed, and Dempsey got his own room. Before the kids went to sleep, they mentioned the Christmas tree that my mother still has sitting on her deck, in its stand. She still waters it. She likes it, she tells me, it looks pretty. It was a memorable Griswold family moment for all. We gathered around, PBR in one hand, cigarette in the other, (well, not Dempsey of course, his hand can't quite grasp the can yet) to admire the Christmas tree on the deck on March 3rd. Who can say white trash? Let's say it together. Here's a picture to make it more meaningful.
I'm going to sleep. I have kids to embrace in the morning.
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