At 12:01am this morning, I was sitting in the balcony of the Warren theatre with my mom and sisters watching Breaking Dawn, Part 1 {thanks DaddyMan for staying at home with the kids - lol!}. Pretty good movie, great company, and lots of buttery popcorn {and assigned seats/no children allowed in the balcony} made it worth it to stay up late.

Too bad the kids didn't get the memo that they were suppose to sleep in this morning.
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Side note: I've been meaning to take a photo of the proofs for a week now...
I think if you click on it you can look at them a little bigger. Notice Noah has two sets of individual proofs {all good, mind you} and that Ellie has one. And the set of proofs of them together? She isn't smiling. At. All. Her teacher told me they took Noah's individuals first, then the both of them, and then Ellie's individuals. {sigh} I decided my shots of the two of them were better, so I ended up getting a few of the individuals.***
At school today, all the classes were having their Thanksgiving Lunch since it is the last day of school before Thanksgiving. Ellie doesn't go on Thursdays and we were invited to attend the lunch with her class, but opted not to and just attended the lunch for Noah's class. By the time 11:30 rolled around, little Miss "I've-been-awake-since-5:15am" was zonked out on Aunt BB {who took the day off to recoup from last night and last week's trip to Florida}.
But seriously. How cute are these little ones when they pray?
Noah, not so much. It was a struggle to even get him to eat some macaroni and cheese {that I made... knowing he likely wouldn't eat anything else!} and I finally let him have his cookie after a few meager bites of it. He started complaining of a tummy-ache and a trip to the bathroom confirmed that indeed, he had a tummy-ache.

Poor kiddo. He got to come back home early with us {kicking and screaming the whole way - "I wanna stay wif my friends! I'm mad with you, Mommy! I wanna go to Kid Fit!"} and passed out within minutes of getting into the car. Which is never a good thing with my kids. Because once back in the house, he fought me on a nap. For. two. hours. Which meant an early bedtime... and he was practically asleep before I closed the door. {sigh} Please pray with me that he feels better tomorrow - I need healthy kids for the drive to pick up Ben!





























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