Posted on November 30, 2025
Hey friends,
I literally said out loud yesterday, “We’re good until December.” Famous last words when you live with four growing boys.
By this afternoon the fridge looked like a sad museum exhibit and someone (who shall remain nameless) ate the last slice of Thanksgiving brisket for “second breakfast.” So off I went for the quickest Sunday run in history. Total damage: $55.48. Here’s the evidence:
Nothing fancy, just the stuff that makes four boys act like I brought home Disney World:
- Three kinds of chips (because apparently one flavor is a crime)
- Deli counter jackpot: spiral ham, roasted chicken, and hard salami — all sliced thin for sandwiches and midnight fridge raids
- American cheese slices (the universal currency of lunchboxes)
- Two packs of cookies (one for now, one for “later” which will be gone by bedtime)
I unloaded the bags and just laughed. This is the rhythm of our life — big hauls, tiny hauls, and the same God who fed 5,000 with a little boy’s lunch keeping our little tribe fed one grocery run at a time.
So thankful for full cupboards, full bellies, and the full hearts that come from watching these boys fight over the last cookie like it’s the greatest treasure on earth.
What’s the one thing your crew demolishes the fastest? Tell me in the comments so I know I’m not alone in the snack struggle.
Back to hiding the good cookies, Mom (currently guarding the salami with my life) CT Nutritious Family Kitchen
P.S. Full December Costco haul coming this week — pray for my bank account. 🎄🛒
