A good day

It is Sunday evening

and I am happily writing this from home.

We got home late last night.

We woke with a call that said the grands were up.

We threw on clothes 

and headed up to hug and kiss.

Aubrie and Everett 

had a standing date 

for the Muppets in the afternoon

so I had to get them loved up in the a.m..

After church the rest of the gang 

came to visit.

I sit here in a sweatshirt that 

smells like baby puke.

 I am happy.

Spit-up No.5

Eat your heart out Chanel.

304. Christmas movies on the DVR

305. my bed and pillow

306. supper at home