The kids did fine with the time change, but both Ben and I woke up at 4:30, and we are starting to feel it. It's the afternoon where the extra hour is apparent. Always.
The kids are watching Frozen for the 800th time this weekend-- well, the little 3 are. Harry is outside throwing the football to himself and catching it again and again and again. The sun slants through the window like it's late afternoon, and I wish daylight savings time didn't ever have to end.
We worked like crazy all weekend to have everything done by 11:00 today so we could feed the kids lunch and pile in the van to let the little kids snooze while we drove to Harry's first hockey game. We made it! Ad now we are home, and everything is clean and the bread fills the house. My oven is preheated for a delightfully trussed chicken, and I have a pot of matzo ball soup on the stove. Work is about to get insane for the next month, but it isn't insane today, and this is a wonderful afternoon idyll about to be spoiled by the dryer telling my my fourth and final load of laundry is ready to be put away.
I was going to julienne some carrots so I would have matchstick hair and make raisin faces for these after school pumpkin muffins, but then I found a pack of googly eye toothpick decorations. It pays to randomly buy shit at Michaels and lose it-- all of your cabinets have surprises.
Here's Harrison making and celebrating the first goal of the season:
Movember off with a bang. I took these pictures from my workout dungeon, but the creepy lighting and unfinshed walls really emphasizes the perv factor.
Half-assed Halloween breakfast: make-your-own bagel faces with fruit features and bagel hair.