Project 365 {week 47}

This week started off warm enough for me to ditch my jacket by lunch time.

and it ended with snow and our putting up the Christmas tree.

November 18: The gate goes up after Charlie rolls down the stairs…and I almost have a heart attack.

November 19: Starting the week with dinner for four: loaded potato soup for mom & dad, nuggets, carrots, and fruit for Eddie, and a raisin something blend for Charlie.

November 21: the “zoo parade” invades my personal space.

November 21: This poor baby feels like crap due to teeth coming in.

November 22: Happy Thanksgiving! Also? BINGO! and PIE!

November 23: Deck the halls!

November 24: This guy is feeling tons better…and is hamming it up just like he always does.

As of today, there is only a month until Christmas.

I don’t know about you, but it jumped out of nowhere.

One minute I was all happy and enjoying fall and the next?

BOOM! cold, snow, and seasonal depression.

’tis the season, I suppose.

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Just a small town girl...wait no. That is a Journey song. Katie Sluiter is a small town girl, but she is far from living in a lonely world. She is a high school English teacher, college adjunct instructor, freelance writer, mother, and wife. Life has thrown her a fair share of challenges, but her belief is that writing through them makes her stronger.

Comments

  1. Glad Charlie is better!

  2. I love the way you do your week in pictures :) and the meal picture with the kids in the background. Good ideas for food, as I have to start solids soon with Nicky.

  3. Teething is the pits. My niece is cutting molars and she’s been no fun to be around. Poor thing is in pain! We got out all our decorations but have yet to see any snow… but then I doubt we ever will! ;)

  4. Soups looks delicious and comforting. Share your recipe please?

  5. I made a potato soup last month from scratch that actually turned out really good! We have no snow and we have no tree yet. I am slow to warm to the Christmasy feelings. I’m sorry about the stair roll.

  6. Stair roll nightmare. Oy!! Glad he and you are okay.