As I sit here, procrastinating, I'm assessing the situation. Carrie isn't up yet and it's roughly 10:11 AM. The boys are in the basement, bickering. I've got a roast in the crock pot that the boys will boycott, the dishwasher is loaded but there are more in the sink which need handwashed, and I should probably start a load of laundry.
Naturally, I'm blogging instead.
So what HAVE we done? Oh, a little of this:
Which yielded this:
Which isn't too bad at all, especially for using every single ornament we possess.
Then there's been a whole lot of this:
We devour books around here. When I pop the kids into the car and we make it to the library and I tell them each to "get a few", they interpret that as "get a few piles" and come out with armloads each.
Love it.
So we've been reading and "decorationing" as Damon tells it. And bickering/squabbling/hollering as that seems to be the boys' default setting these days.
And it's confession time. Care Bear has inherited her Grandmama's love of parodies. We found this one on Facebook and have been watching it daily. For whatever reason, it is right up our alley these days. A bit of the language is regrettable, but overall I'd give it a "brilliant" in my very poshest British accent. All credit where credit is due. I did none of the work, just copied and pasted from YouTube:
Grandma Barb and Pap will be here from Christmas Eve Day until the day after Christmas, and Grandmama and PaPa will come around New Year's. It'll be nice to have company. The kids are getting super excited.
And there will be a full moon. Now we're talkin'!
Must get to work. I've got cookies to bake, children to clobber, a Newfoundland to brush, laundry to do, elves named Deloris to curse for not showing up for work, and more presents to wrap. Safe travels to all, and to all a good night!
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