A nice brunch this morning at The Meeting House was a great treat and another reason to just keep the holiday eating up. Lucy and Alex got some awesome pancakes...no one was on board with Daddy’s biscuit order and then they all ate my food. Gramps had to order 12 orange juices before he actually got one to himself. The walk home was a lot of fun watching Lucy jog a mile back.
Mommy lost her Christmas tree attachment today and was ready to shove it out the door. This year, we had a systematic approach where Daddy cut off all the branches, Mommy dropped them on the porch, Alex carried them to the firepit, and Gemma swept up....or “broomed it” as she says. A bit more tedious, but it saved us from hearing that awful scraping sound when we push it through the back door.
