In summary, we had a very social weekend and then I got sick. Boo.

But let’s rewind.

On Friday, my Biggest boy turned 11 years old. He was born the day before the Eagles played in the Super Bowl. I could care less about football, but if you live in Philadelphia, it was a big deal. All the babies in the nursery were dressed in Eagles green onesies and hats.  I am known for growing gigantuan babies, so my guy looked like a linebacker next to all of the other petite babies. I have to admit, he was pretty cute.

And now he’s 11! Unbelievable.

All of the family came over on Friday and we had a taco feast (his request). Per tradition, I was unable to take a decent photo to document the event.

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On Saturday, he had a sleepover party with his little buddies. They are getting to that age now where they just “hang out.” It seems so boring. I’m constantly like “don’t you want to play a game?” “Don’t you want to do an activity?” “Should we have silly string battle now?” I know I’m being an uncool mom, but that’s my job.

On Sunday, I started to feel really run down and sick, but there were things to do!

Like trying a new dish detergent recipe…

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And making split pea soup (in our house, we call it “Ham” soup because, god forbid, they realize that they are eating peas!) and a big pot of spaghetti sauce for the week…

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Then we worked on our state project on Alabama. How do you think he really feels about working on his state project?

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As the day progressed, my cold got worse and worse. By the time the Super Bowl came on, I was a tired snotty mess, so while everyone else was partying with beer and wings, I had NyQuil and was tucked into bed before the half time show came on. Thumbs up!

Happy Tuesday!