It's the (Mostly) Most Wonderful Time of the Year

We are...


Shopping. Leo delighted in setting off nearly every battery powered Rudolph and Singing Goose (?) at our local Bed Bath & Beyond on Saturday.


He was in Heaven. Bed Bath & Beyond? Not sure how delighted they were in us.


Still waking up at ridiculous hours. Hello 5 a.m. Saturday morning. How are you? Harry caught on to the fun of the Wash Cloth Wear and Toss. Now it's apparently a synchronized sport.

Creating....




We made these last weekend. I hadn't planned on doing them so early in the season, usually preferring to do them closer to Christmas. Let's just say I had a fit of It's Cold And Rainy and What Can We Do Inside That Doesn't Involve the Viewing of "My Little Pony?"


And so, gingerbread houses it was.




Something about making the gingerbread houses makes me a little teary. It's such a marker of time. The first year we made one, Ellie was too little to participate (the age the babies are now). That feels like it was yesterday. And, well, you know the drill. Time marching on, and all of that. On the other hand, I swoon at the thought of four big kids gathered around the table making gingerbread masterpieces.

I tried to coincide the project with nap time so that I'd be able to give the big kids my full attention (story of my life, these days).


 Of course, some people are less than cooperative and had other ideas.


Ah, well.


The more, the merrier.