Well, so much for that theory. It's snowing again.
But today my boys have no real interest in playing outside so it's still entirely possible that I wasted a bunch of money on snow pants and boots yet again. And that's what really counts, you know? Ah, traditions.
Speaking of 1) traditions, and 2) seasonal wastes of money, we took the pack for their annual visit to the local Mall Santa. They submitted their requests (Ninja Turtles and MORE LEGOS GOOD MERCIFUL CHRIST) and quizzed the poor man mercilessly about why our Elf on the Shelf has to go home after Christmas, that's MEAN, Santa, he's OURS, let him STAY.
(Note that Mall Santa did not seem to be familar with the Elf on the Shelf, that creepy stalker toy that I was suckered into a couple years ago and now constantly forget to move at night; and in fact I may or may not have purposely knocked a box of cereal over one morning to distract the boys while I grabbed Elf off the broken wine rack and tossed him into the next room. BAM. DINING ROOM TABLE. THREE POINTS. In other words, do your industry research, Santa.)
And then I spent a somewhat appalling amount of money on a photo of my children looking 1) hilariously dorky, 2) hilariously stoned, and 3) at a point in space somewhat right of the actual camera.
But check out those coordinated sweaters! BAM AGAIN. Photographic proof of me vaguely having some form of shit together. Priceless.