Christmas Catch-up

The lack of pictures is mainly due to the fact I was barely conscious December 24-27. I hate being sick, but to be sick on Christmas--my favorite holiday--well, this leads me to believe my karma account is in the black.

But, also, I am not a fan of taking a picture of the Christmas haul. Something about that seems tacky and it screams, "Come rob me!"

The quick and dirty of it is the boys were endlessly spoiled. Usually Jeff and I anticipate the grandparents will take care of the toys and fun stuff, so we do practical things like clothes, diapers, wipes, etc. IDK what was wrong with us this year, but we went above and beyond.

B was gracious enough to love everrrrything. "Ohh, underwear!" "Awesome, a whole box of Mac and Cheese!" "Yes, slippppperrrrsss!"

Thanks, son.

He is particularly in awe of his Leap Frog Tag Reading-thing. He is a book-whore in the making, so the fact he can sit and read a book by himself is pretty much heaven to him. I won't lie, it is for us, too.

Cash has more balls and cars than one child needs. It's ridiculous, really. And sometimes he doesn't even play with them; he'll just walk around in a daze, arms full of as many cars or ball as he can manage.

Jeff got boring things, like golf stuff, and garage stuff, and hot chips. He loved it all, of course. Then again, he's like B and gets tingly over socks and underwear.

I hit the jackpot this Christmas. My in-laws and parents set my feminist ways back some with a Food Saver and a KITCHEN AID MIXER. I know all you smart bitches out there registered for one, but I was more interested in tile and curtains back then.

Anyway, lots of spoilage. Hopefully all your Christmas hopes and dreams came true, but I doubt it since cars didn't start flying and my earrings can't make me a rock star yet.