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