Superb Owl Weekend

We had (more) kids over for the Superbowl, which made it fun. The intermittent screaming.

I was knitting what I thought were obviously owls. Today Claudia called hers that “bear-rabbit thing” and announced she had given it to her crush.

Then the Eagles WON the Superbowl and for the first time in his life, I told Béla go for it and sent him to Broad St.

My bonus son (the son of my late friend) was very excited about Béla going out:

Valentine's Day gets sorta done a day early because they closed the schools for the Eagles victory parade, leaving me much shorter on time to assemble the other six Dr. Moreau atrocities I had made all the bits for… but I’ll still do it.

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Still pretty stung from the previous week and being “the mom that could not do it all”. I still can't help but see it as “the mom who secretly knew she could be doing better”. But Dobby is all better after his surgery and there's a parade tomorrow.