In conclusion...

The blitz has come. And gone. 24 hours of blessed chaos. Lived. Family around my table. Turkey and dressing, babies and bottles, quick trip to the clinic, bubble baths with cousins, hangman/pictionary games played, shared laughs, more green bean casserole and fruit salad, holiday shows on the teevee, bodies curled up and blanketed on every bed and sofa, a new breakfast casserole tested...I am so thankful for it all.  All the happy mess of it.
Dishes are put away. The house is picked up. No one is trying to climb into my lap. There is no demand for my attention. It is too quiet. Even as I need the quiet - I ache for the clamor.

Mr. Macho and I will settle in momentarily and watch THE football game. A ton of towels are being washed and dried as I type. I will sleep soundly tonight. I will need the rest. Tomorrow Christmas will start to arrive in our house.

I didn't make it to 100. There's always next year. Or tomorrow.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye November. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to you. (Thanks Merritt!)

Snaps from this morning...

Cousins coloring together. Sweet Pea and The Super Carrot.

This is how she rolls...free-hand milk drinking.

A couple of super cousins! Keeping the world safe.

Be sweet.