Watched cousin's one-year-old all day (along with own children, of course), read novel, stayed in pajamas all day, did a little yoga. Had frozen pizza for dinner.
Day Two (not all in order):
Cleaned house, did laundry, went shopping (with all 5 kids), attended a baby shower, dropped off/picked up #2 to/from a birthday party, baked many potatoes, made dessert, decorated tables, borrowed eggs, baked banana bread, attended ward Christmas party, finished missionary packages, put together neighbor gifts, made french-bread pizza for lunch, finished online Christmas shopping, went through baby clothes, collapsed on couch at the end of the day.
We have received TONS of snow this last week. But yesterday, it rained. Yes! Rained. Rain and snow do not mix, dear reader. When you have 4 inches of snow on the ground, and then dump a bunch of un-frozen water on it, what do you get? Slush. Lots and lots of slush. That clogs gutters and drains and floods our neighborhood.
When this happens on a Sunday, though, there are two things guaranteed to happen:
1. The snow plows won't be out. At least not until 4PM.
2. The men and young men in the ward will be out nice and early shoveling the slush. And then they will also skip the 3rd hour of church [well, the Priests (16-18 year old boys) did] and commence with the shoveling and de-clogging of the gutters for the next 3 hours.
Brandon was very, very tired yesterday.
Talk about your ox in the mire!
My proud moment? Besides knowing my husband was working hard for all of our neighbors? Watching my girls going out after church to help.
Surgery for #5 will be on Wednesday morning, bright and early.
Good news: Brandon won't leave for school until Thursday, and #5's surgery should be the first one of the day.
Bad news: #5 can't eat after midnight.
I'm not looking forward to holding a crying baby all night, trying to convince him that although he's only 4 months old, he's really not THAT hungry...
He is going to be mad. Mad, mad, mad.