OH HI. Today is the first day of Christmas break. For my kids, anyway. I had to do some work this morning and left them somewhat unsupervised downstairs for an hour or so, figuring that breakfast and the glowing glowy glow of the iPad would keep them out of trouble.
Y'all. It's going to be a long two weeks.
The living room is covered with a rich, full pelt of Legos, stuffed animals, pillows and a pool floatie. You know, in case you wanna go swimming in those there hoard-piles.
(And yes. By all means, let's give these poor children some MORE TOYS.)
Sea of pillow forts, continued. The map pillows and Lord of the Rings DVD cases scattered around offer up some clues about the morning battle that raged here.
(And yes. It figures that we'd be the ones who could find a way to make the Charlie Brown Christmas tree look even more pathetic.)
In the kitchen, we have the traditional holiday offerings of shoes, a package of naan and a half-eaten apple. As one does, in the fashion of the times.
Juice spills, cereal crumbs, makeshift highchair, ear muffs (?) and an overall sticky coating of grossness.
So obviously, we're almost all set for the holidays. I just have to bake some cookies and cover that last clean corner of countertop with confectioners' sugar and eggshells, then sell the house as-is and never speak of it again. IT'S GONNA BE GREAT.