Just as Stella was getting up from her nap, and Heath and I were busily readying ourselves to head on out to our Music Together class, we got a pleasant surprise. Mark was home from work. I was sure he was going to want to go out for a run, after all, the Grandfather Mountain marathon is in 10 days. Nope.
Instead, he opted to join us for a little family dance-and-sing-a-long. I know the kids were delighted to have him in the class with us, and I got a kick out of catching him swaying to the beat of Choo-Choo, Chugga, Choo-Choo-Choo type ditties, and feeling the beat of the boogie, wearing his construction boots and a Russo Dumpster Service shirt.
We iced our family night cake with a little vegetable plate and spaghetti dinner at Lupie's. And now, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.
Considering the tumultuous beginning to the week, I'd say this was a pretty swell close to the hump day.
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