The city inspector came for the annual check of our rental house this morning. I was too afraid to tell him about the door not fitting in the doorway in front of the landlord. The space actually lets light in. I'm thinking about it now because I feel the draft from the next room.
We went to the library with Gracie today. She is entering that terribly two range. She is also talking more. She has to brush her teeth anytime anyone else brushes teeth. She rubs her finger across her teeth and says "teeee" with the corners of her mouth spread as far apart as possible.
We also went to Borders, where I used my 20% homeschool discount and a birthday gift card to buy math and reading workbooks. I bought Spectrum and Kumon. The girls love it. They left their Christmas movie to do another workbook page before bed.
Yesterday I think I had mastitis. Just for one day. I was shaking with chills and fever and aches like a heroin addict going cold turkey. I called Chris crying to come home from studying so I could take a nap before we both went to work. The girls played in the snow. They were excited to keep putting on their snowpants. When I got home from work that night, feeling considerably better, I studied them and realized I hadn't been present with them at all that day. That was how it felt every day when Eleanor went to first grade.
Thanksgiving was fine and I am just now ending it with the leftovers. I am at this very moment procrastinating a late night batch of turkey chili.
Gracie helped my mom make pie crust.
We made "all nine kinds of pie that Harold liked best." ...I still have three whole pies left.
The next day, Chris trussed the turkey and stuffed it with White Castle stuffing he made himself.
Eleanor helped me make deviled eggs, but no one was on time, so no one ate them.
The dinner was good, though. It was our first turkey. My favorite part was the cranberry applesauce. I put 24 oz of fresh cranberries, maybe a cup or so of sort of still frozen chunks of apple that didn't fit into the pies, a cup of sugar, and two cups of water into a sauce pan and cooked it down for maybe twenty minutes, then put it through the vita mix. I would have used less water. Like maybe a cup. And I would have strained it before serving it to my sister in law. My magical vita mix did not blend away all of the cranberry skins, leaving only little curled up shreds that bore a striking resemblance to a lot of white dog hair. I strained the leftovers for myself the next day and really enjoyed it.
The next day we went to the holiday parade and saw the fireworks with family.
And the next day we saw Nada Surf at the Metro. It was awesome.
This is my favorite song by them.
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I laughed out loud too thinking about those guys in Hybrids!!! How funny!
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