The holiday weekend is half over and so far, we have… we, uh… we’ve accomplished pretty much nothing. But we did visit family (mine yesterday, Dane’s today). And we did eat.

My kids, ever thankful for poultry, watched the turkey being carved at my parents’ house with varying degrees of both interest and horror. At one point. Owen cried out, “It has blood!” But I don’t think it did, much. Anymore.

The kids then proceeded to eat white bread and mashed potatoes, avoid their lentils, and talk the grownups into giving them extra desserts. Sounds about right.

Today we just went to visit, not for a meal, so there was less sitting still and more running and giggling with the cousins. And only one kid threw up, but it was a baby one, so that hardly counts. And it wasn’t even one of mine, believe it or not.

No one rode a scooter in the house. And no trees have fallen on any of my personal belongings. (Yet.) All in all, not a bad Thursday and Friday.

I’m hoping we’ll be up early and somehow full of energy tomorrow so we can do things like Tidy Up the House (ha! ha ha ha… ha…) or Find Some Holiday Decorations or even Figure Out What to Get Everyone For Christmas. Though I bet we’ll just spend the day refereeing squabbles (Dane) and nursing babies (me) and preparing meals and all that other regular daily stuff that manages to take up all the time there is, every day, forever. Sigh.