You know it was a good night when you go to bed with throbbing, bruised knees.
Volleyball, it's been too long, old friend.
Did you know I liked a team sport? A lot?
You know it's a good night when Calvin renames a bakery "The Brownie Store."
How uncharacteristic of us to go out for dessert,
and how awesome. I ate gingerbread shaped as an acorn!
You know what a Kneaders looks like, right? And an acorn?
And a volleyball?
And a gym full of moms in t-shirts and yoga capris?
So, no pictures then.