The Christmas season is officially over. You know how you can tell? Because the kids have played with all their toys and are now bored. Commence the bickering! The tree has yet to be packed away. And I don’t care.
I got an extra special gift this year. The flu. Awesome. Parker had it Saturday of last week. Christmas Eve was Alexandra’s turn. But mine was saved for Christmas Day. At least I didn’t have to cook. We were invited to eat with friends, but I stayed home…holding down the couch.
She got her iPod Touch but not before I made her suffer a little. I wrapped it in her old cell phone box, then placed that in a box, which I wrapped, and repeated two more times. There was confusion, then tears of joy. Priceless.
Her big sis was responsible for finding this giant sock monkey. The boots are hers. She didn’t need anything else!
A trip to the mall to spend gift cards and cash…we shopped til we dropped. Which in 7-year-old time is approximately 2 hours. If we are lucky.
I woke from my flu coma on Friday, walked outside to the garage for bottles of water, and spotted these loving sights in the backyard:
The sunrise shining through sleeping leaves. Today is the day He has made.
Now, bring on the new year!