Blueberry pancakes.
And a gorgeous backyard.
Ummmm...what's not to love?
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Alex is off to his 6th, 7th and 8th basketball games of the weekend...not quite sure he will be able to move after all of them. Brian is about to lose his mohawk and is not happy...but at least he got to try it on for size AND wear it to school (unspiked, of course) for the week. M is preparing for the 2nd of his weekend concerts...which. (by the way) was. (Mendelssohn's St Paul) brilliant.
Job well done, Concordia choir. (and Matthew!) Bravo.
I am going to spend the remainder of my day trying to catch up on some of the laundry that is trying (successfully) to take over our little house on our little street.
And it is winning.
The laundry, that is. Not the little house on the little street.
And you all know how much I love my little house on my little street.
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I am not cooking today. Unusual, yes. But nice, too. Grandma and Grandpa are taking us out for dinner...though they shot down that whole notion of us all going to RuthsChris. They love us, but not THAT much.
Oh well.
OH...and of the 28 pts. Alex had in the 1st game yesterday, I caught this steal on tape. And it was purty...
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