All are glad that Daddy is home safe and sound. We had a great day as a family on Friday. My sister Erin was still here, so we took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese after Clare slept off her anesthesia. As Clare gets older, she can shake off the effects of the anesthesia much more quickly, which is great for all involved! A 3-hour nap post-echo did the trick.
We had a nice, lazy weekend. Lazy by my standards because we had nothing scheduled, nowhere to go, nobody to meet. Probably not lazy by Shawn's standards since we raked the front and back yards in those two days. Clare and I (almost) finished up our Christmas shopping while the boys cleaned the gutters. I guess I can see what Shawn was complaining about!
If you couldn't guess, this is the sheriff and his deputy, courtesy of our Texas-traveling dad. I called Jamie "Cowboy Bob," and he corrected me, "I'm not Cowboy Bob, I'm the Sherf." Sherf? He kept referring to himself as "Sherf." It took me a few minutes to figure out that he meant "Sheriff." And as he told me, Clare is his deputy. Poor Clare - she will always just be the deputy in their game-playing!