Sleep, Thanksgiving Part 2, Rollin'

Part 1: Sleep

I got 8 hours straight on Tuesday night, thanks to my Mom and Dad. I hadn't had more than two hours straight in weeks between the three boys and by Tuesday, I was extremely grumpy and frustrated. And since, as a mother, you want what's best for your children (even if they are 30 year old mother themselves), my mom offered to keep all 3 boys overnight. All 3! I felt bad, but the lure of a quiet, sleep-filled house overcame that guilt and off to the 'Tower' (my parents' condo just a few miles up the road) they went. Kev and I decided to go see a movie (Catching Fire- it was awesome, especially since I just re-read the book over the weekend, I was very impressed with the adaptation onto screen) and then I was promptly to bed at 11, woke up once at 3:45 in a panic because no one had been up, and then back to sleep until 7. 

Truth: I feel like a new person. I was a better mom yesterday because of it. 

I hope one day my boy's wives like me enough to let me return the favor.

Thanks, Mom and Dad.

Part 2: Thanksgiving, Part 2

We left my parents' farm after dinner on Thursday and continued another 30 miles south to my brother and sister in law's house to continue the celebration of Thanks with their kids, Kev's younger siblings and his parents. 

Friday morning, we decided to go bowling

I love Owen's prep

And Scott's hop

After a lunch of Five Guys and antiquing with the girls, we had dinner and then sang Happy 22nd Birthday to Uncle Mike and ended the night with spirited game of Catch Phrase.

Saturday morning, we were off early to head home to see my best friend Bridget, her husband Aaron and their sweet girl McKenna, and then of course, there was the game.

The sunrise at Kyle and Pete's, if you like that sort of thing

Sunday, we lazed around and started setting up for Christmas. 

Part 3: Rollin'

So we now have a turf field in our basement-basement (the lower 4th level of our house) and the boys are loving playing down there. Last night, we were hanging out playing football and Wells was laying on his tummy, and the POOF, on his back. He did it twice and the cutest part was how excited the boys were, especially Bennett. He was so proud of his "Baby Walls". 

This turf was in my parents' old house. Who knew it would become the family heirloom?

And I think that catches us up on everything! Happy Thursday!