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Well, we survived the Thanksgiving weekend! Turkey Day itself was fun, if not a total whirlwind. The hostess' house had lost (and regained) power, the weather was in the 70s so the kids were playing outside all day, and A spent 60% of the day asleep on John's shoulder. E became a cranberry sauce-aholic (just like her mom...I LOVE that stuff), and had fun at the kids table with Anna and Charlie and James.

I ended up taking A to the doctor on Friday, and she had double ear infection. Poor thing. So I did what any loving mother would do...drugged her up and left her with a babysitter so I could hit a bar. Except that the babysitter was Nonna (who I'm beginning to suspect the girls might like more than me) and the bar was Champps so we could watch the LSU v. Arkansas game with my dad's high school friend and his family.

Saturday could be easily summed up in one word, FOOTBALL. We watched UVA lose to Virginia, UConn lose to WVU and Tennessee win in OT to Kentucky sending them (and John) to the SEC Championship in Atlanta next weekend.

On Saturday night, I checked on the girls before I went to bed. When I walked into E's room, she was not in her bed. I totally panicked. Was she kidnapped? Had she wandered into another room? Drowned in the bathtub? Luckily she was on the floor by her bed. She had either fallen asleep there or rolled out of bed. I put her back into bed, thinking to myself "That's about the worst thing that could happen when you check on your kid."

Of course, I was wrong. I opened A's door and smelled vomit. She was sound asleep...and covered in it. I grabbed John, and he cleaned up A while I cleaned up the crib. I then got her settled down for the night.

Sunday was relatively uneventful, if you overlook the Exorcist-style puke that A had when I put her in her high-chair. The on-call ped assured me that it was not a reaction to the antibiotic, but a stomach bug. Luckily for us, she did not puke anymore, slept most of the day and seemed to be in better spirits. E had a bout of Attention Withdrawal Disorder, where she acted like a holy terror because she no longer had Kiki and Uncle Steve and Nonna and Pop-pop to pay attention to her. She did nap for a bit, which was pure heaven.

And today, we've returned to normal. The girls are back at school, and John and I are back to work. Only, now, both John and I are sick as dogs as we've both caught the cold the girls had. Should be another productive work week, I'm sure!