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
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?
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Hey, Congratulations! I didn't know you were expecting. And, you can't always keep the legos out of the mouths of babies. My very first post was about Sally possibly swallowing a lego. Eh, they live through it. ha ha! You'll figure it all out!!!
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