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Day 254: In Which The People Behave

I'm pretty sure there was a point yesterday when I had a semi-profound thought involving gratitude that I intended to write about. I do desire to try to knock out something decent and worth reading. Unfortunately, the moment passed and here we are.

My Friday mood carried over to Saturday. My spouse mercifully noticed I needed some alone time, so I sat at a coffee shop reading and writing in the morning. The supper conflicts of the previous day picked up where they'd left off, and I found myself pretty nervous about how the evening would progress since we needed to give three buzz cuts and three baths. In a moment of calm, I talked to the boys about how we are a family and we're a team and how mom and dad aren't out to get them. I talked about how we want to be happy, to love and serve God and each other.

One big kid seemed to get it, the other mostly rolled eyes and changed the subject. I'm pretty sure the toddler yelled "chicken." At least I tried, right? I texted a friend for some extra prayers and we went for it.

By the grace of God, we managed three tear-less hair cuts and two tear-less baths. I'm calling it a win! The big boys behaved with only one close call each, and although they didn't get to bed until almost nine, we all actually enjoyed each other's presence. It. Was. Beautiful.

Also the Bison won! Boom!

Also it was my rambunctious, energetic, and funny nephew Grady's 8th birthday. I'm pretty sure it was last week when he was a cute little nugget nestled in his infant carrier.

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