Holiday Hangover

So Christmas is over and I'll admit we spent the last two days a little hungover...oh not that kind of hungover!

Just coming down of the hustle, bustle, and activity of the two world-wind days! After spending the days before Christmas in bed sick, and the day after Christmas snowed in, we are just now starting to come up for air and get back to the mundane of everyday life, like laundry and cleaning!


It was, by all accounts one of the best holidays we have had since having children. The children were fairly well behaved despite being overtired (they were up past 10 on Christmas Eve). The adults were fairly well behaved with minimal (audible) grumbling. And aside from Monkey squeezing a bichon frise a little to tight, resulting in a nasty wound on his chin there were no disasters.

In fact, for the first time ever we didn't feel completely overwhelmed by the volume of presents. I am sure that some of that has to do with age, as children move beyond the plastic stacking clinking toys of babyhood they start to cost more. That in itself was a little saddening, realizing just how old Monkey is getting. He got some many Legos, little Legos, not Duplos, Legos. Those teeny, tiny, pieces that feel like daggers when you step on them and have labels all over them that scream NOT FOR CHILDREN UNDER 3! Which made us realize, WOW, we don't have babies who mouth things anymore, we don't have any children under 3 (well technically Peanut is 2.5 or 2min if you ask her!)

However, that is all about to change and I am in a panic. In case you don't know me IRL or follow me on Twitter you probably don't know this. We are expecting our third! So know what do we do? We just got a Christmas worth of choking hazards and my OCD about all these new small parts is starting to make me panic! I'm sure we'll figure it out, everyone does right? I can't make my 5 y.o. play with baby toys forever, can I?