Remember last night when I said Ryne made me get off the computer to watch some ghost movie? It was called “R.I.P.D.” and it was okay. It had Ryan Reynolds in it so it captured my attention sufficiently. Anyway, we don’t have a movie in yet tonight so I’m allowed to blog again. 😉
Yesterday after the 5k and the toddler trot, we tried to make ourselves look presentable. Maddux wore boots and a belt for the first time, and I think I almost died from cuteness overload. Per usual, I managed to ruin the photo by magically turning my eyes into slits. Oh, and for having my camera on the wrong setting. I win mom of the year.
Apparently slits for eyes is contagious. The sun was behind us, so I’m not sure what was going on there.
After taking our awkward family photos, we headed to Memaw and PopPop’s for Thanksgiving dinner number one. Yes, we ate twice within two hours. It was as dumb as it sounds. Even Maddux was skeptical that we could pull it off.
However, if got right in the spirit of things and started begging for food immediately. Further proof that he is my child.
There was so much food. So much. I ate everything but turkey and sweet potato casserole. The turkey was missing from my plate by choice, but I’m not sure how on earth I missed the sweet taters. That was clearly the tragedy of the night.
Then I couldn’t decide which dessert I wanted, so I got three different slices of pie. Solid decision. Pumpkin, chocolate, and peanut butter. Because, why not?
After dinner we played a round of some headband game. I couldn’t guess mine. Surprise, surprise. My uncle took a picture of it on my head and showed it to me. Yep, I cheated. Teaching Maddux right.
Then we left my grandparents’ house early and drove over to Ryne’s parents’ house. Ryne actually made an entire new plate, but I just ate a pile of Crockpot macaroni and cheese. Because you can’t turn down cheese, am I right? I had white wine for my second round of dessert for the day. It was a good call. I was scared I was going to go into a sugar coma if I took another bite of sweets.
That fear didn’t last long, because I ordered a coffee this morning that was covered in about a pound of whipped cream. I ended up having two (hello, free refills at IHOP), so I’m pretty sure that was about 3,000 calories alone. I’m not really good at tracking those.
Then we went nuts and ordered everything that looked good to us. PS: we did also order fruit, but it came late. Oh, and the spinach in my omelet balances out the entire block of cheese they used. So, we made totally healthy choices.
You would think that we would roll over and pass out, but you would be wrong. We came home, waited a few hours, and then went back to my grandparents’ for Thanksgiving leftovers. Then we brought even more leftovers home and had them for dinner. WHY? Who decided that was a good idea? I’m relatively certain that I’ve gained five pounds of awesomeness in the last 48 hours.
In a few minutes we’re going to go do a lower body workout. If I don’t move around a little, I’m sure I’ll end up stuck on the couch for eternity. Tomorrow I have 10 miles on the agenda, so I’m just calling Thanksgiving my carbo-loading phase. It was 100% unnecessary, but it makes it sound legit if you use phrases like that. Anyone else going out on a run tomorrow? Give me a pep talk!