Christmas has gotten away from me. I am behind. Presents not ready. No cutesy nativity craft ready for my nursery class. no packages sent...except yesterday to Sharla in England. And Luke complains that we don't have enough lights outside. I tell him, one day, our house will be gawdy and light filled as the rest of them. Just not yet. Our neighborhood is pretty dark (read: doesn't celebrate Christmas) so us Santa folks got to let it rip.
And I thought I had it all figured out. But motherhood is full of the unexpected. Like the naps haven't been going so smoothly. And they've been watching more TV than I'd like. But we made up for it today, less TV I mean, but as I'm typing this I remembered that D watched Cinderella this morning during some of the toffee making. I have a love/hate with TV. It is useful and purposeful, but there is a thin line between 'educational' and 'too much' and just 'crap'. We have watched Frosty and gotta love the Grinch who stole Christmas
But I'm enjoying the Christmas music plenty. And the treats.
Good news is that I tackled my first solo attempt at my mom's famous toffee. It went okay considering B woke up in the middle of it and it never turned the color I wanted it to. We shall see.
Funny quote of the day. So you know that Santa can sure be quite handy in whipping my kids into shape. "Better listen to mom cause Santa is watching". That's not an exact quote, but you get the point...I've heard my friend Jackie use St. Nick as leverage as well. Point of the story being that Luke today in the car realized,
"I bet Baylie is going to get the most presents!"
It dawned on him that she's the least naughty since she doesn't smack anyone (yet) or talk back (yet). And she is the only one who doesn't get into trouble...oh how the time is fleeting. He said this right after him and Darby had been WWF-ing it in the car. It usually goes like this. Smack, Smack,...Smack, Smack....Kick, Smack. Crying. "Mom!!" They really do love each other. I promise. They are best friends. Best friends who wrestle and fight and make up. Right now my three little car seats are all right in a row...thats dangerous territory. I usually put one in the way way back. If you've rode in a mini-van you know where the way way back is.
Sadly B should be getting the most presents. But she isn't. Cause she's 8 months and only truly loves the wrapping paper. And D is in a serious lack of girl things.
Enough babbling for one night. Happy Christmas everyone.