Three Out of Five

Picking up where I left off the other day, we did indeed stay home for Super Bowl LIII, in which the Patriots beat the Rams 13-3. The Patriots winning wasn’t a huge surprise, but the score was. The game was a bit of a snoozer. I, in fact, fell asleep before halftime, watched the halftime show (meh) and fell asleep again shortly after the second half started. Tristen woke me up at some point before the game was over and we went to bed. She was fine to go to work the next morning, but Milly had a fever the night before so we decided to let her sleep in until she woke up, see how she was doing, and …

2019 Daddy-Daughter Dance

The last time we did this, Milly went to sleep an only child and woke up with two little brothers. Let’s back up a little first. We got some extra Milly time this week, from Wednesday to Tuesday. Because of that, I told Amanda I was fine with her having Milly Tuesday afternoon (usually my evening) and I’m letting her get her next Wednesday afternoon (also usually my evening). It’s a bit of a change of pace in the mornings since I don’t live in Milly’s school district, which means I have to drop her off, but Fawkes and Phoenix have handled it well. One really nice thing is that we didn’t have to rush through family dinner this week, …

Is “They’ren’t” a Word?

Fawkes doesn’t seem to like riding in the car too much lately. I took him and Phoenix to hang out with Nonny a few days ago and he cried most of the way there. Today when we went to go get Milly after school he started crying before we left the driveway. Usually when we pick up Milly I’ll give both boys bottles when we get to our destination while we’re waiting on their sister. Fawkes was so distraught that I gave them the bottles as we were leaving the neighborhood. I just didn’t feel like trying to handle that much crying for ten minutes or so in the car. He finished it a couple minutes later though, of course. …

Eleven Months of Twinning

Fawkes and Phoenix hit eleven months today. I celebrated by dropping them off with their Nonny and Pappy. It was a productive day. Summer Sands had some renovations after the Hurricane Florence and needed some updated room pictures. Since my mother-in-law is the manager, I was able to coordinate dropping the boys off with her after their first nap so I could go take care of that. Craig, the aforementioned Pappy, was at the hotel and left a parking ticket on my windshield as a joke. I was pretty confused about it until I went to ask Earl, who was manning the front desk, about it. I had noticed that the license plate number on the ticket wasn’t mine, but …