These are the things that happened at our house on Sunday.
I asked if people preferred waffles or pancakes. Elliott was the only one that answered and he wanted waffles.
He ended up eating 6 or 7 of them. He ate so many we lost count.
After breakfast, which was really brunch, Michael and the kids went into the backyard to do yardwork and I took a solo trip to Target.
I had this thought while there: I am really quite sick and tired of Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny taking all the credit for my effort AND my money.
This was happening when I got home.
I did not join in because I had some heavy lifting to do. Literally.
I bought lifting gloves last week because I am lifting such heavy weights in the Chalean Extreme program that I was getting calluses.
This was my first workout using them. I thought they would be annoying and I would hate them, but they provide so much cushion and extra grip that it is so much more comfortable to lift with them.
I have been lifting 20 and 25 pounds pretty regularly.
But 30 pounds is still way too much. I can barely move these to just get them out of my way.
And finally, there was a good 20 minutes of cooperative play without them trying to kill each other. It was so nice and peaceful.