We took the kids swimming at the hotel pool, which they all loved-- except Cooper really wanted us to let go of him, so he could swim like the big kids. Obviously, we couldn't do that, and he could NOT understand why. They were all snugly in bed at 7 pm, and Ben and I were installed in the little living room eating a bag of purloined desserts.
Then, he convinced me to go to the Wal Mart down the street from our hotel at 8 to gawk at Black Friday, which was LUDICROUS. A 2 hour line to check out! And no carts left, so people were hauling boxes around. NOTHING in this world could possibly be worth being crushed in a line for 2 hours to buy it.
At 9:30, we moved the big boys from the plush king-sized bed in the bedroom to the shitty fold-out couch in the outer room because we are selfish like that. We sneaked into the bedroom where Cooper was asleep in his pack n play and slept soundly until 2:13 am when Harry woke everyone the hell up by turning on the TV and coming in to tell us good morning. HE AND JACK DID NOT GO BACK TO SLEEP UNTIL 5. I know this because I went to the shitty pull out couch to sleep with them in the hopes that they would go the f to sleep. No dice. And I spent the whole night on a crappy couch with 80 pounds of kid, while Ben had a huge bed (and a partially awake baby).
We hung out for a little while the next morning and went to a fun park with my aunt. Then we jumped in the car and were home in time for dinner. I went to the grocery store after Cooper went down, and Ben and I spent the next few hours cooking a Thanksgiving redux for tonight.
Phew! An exhausting weekend. With delicious leftovers.
About the hats: When I volunteered in Jack's class on Wednesday, we made his. Harry was captivated and kept talking about the one he made in kindergarten that I am sure is crammed in the important art projects box basement. He asked me so wistfully where his might be on Thanksgiving morning that I immediately felt terrible for not doing it sooner, and we whipped up 2 more hats.
And then we celebrated a family holiday so fast before our baby lost his shit. He ALWAYS loses his shit from like 4:20 until bedtime, but usually we're not around, you know, people.
Here's a line wrapping around the store to check out at WalMart black Friday at like 8:45 pm.
Today, Harry wrote a Santa letter and took dictation for Jack's.
Jack got to put the letter in the box
And Harry got to raise the flag. They took this division of labor very seriously.
We actually set the table for dinner tonight
pumpkin pie bars the most (so did I).