Thanks to having a best friend with season tickets and a mom who lives in Brown County (and is willing to babysit), I was extremely lucky to be able to go to two Packer games this season. We loaded up the car and headed to grandma's on Friday night, and despite a A LOT of whining and noise and general 3-5-year-oldness, we survived without having to pull over for the threatened spankings. The only real tantrum was mine when the Wautoma McDonald's wouldn't give me a second free ice cream cone because I'd lost the orange coupon from the Happy Meal I'd bought ten minutes earlier. "Be calm," The Man said. "Deep breaths."
At Grandma's the kids had a blast playing Lego and banging on the piano and reading books and exploring all the old junk from their mother's childhood. And Eva's new trash-picked Barbie house is "super duper awesome!" The spinning class at the local Y made a slight dent in the calories consumer during a delicious prime rib and scalloped potatoes Thanksgiving meal, and after pumpkin pie and ice cream it only took 2 hours to get Eva to go to sleep Saturday night. But Sunday TT was once again a rockstar mother and I got some time away with friends to drink bloody marys at Stadium View and walk along Holmgren Way to Lambeau and cheer for the green and gold a few sections away from Curly's Atrium. Not sure what I was thinking bringing 3 Minnesotans with me. Had I left them back in the Land of Lakes perhaps the Packers would have won instead of tying, but I cannot imagine having more fun in that kind of cold. I think I'd invite them back again... if they'd agree to wear less purple.