So Christmas is over...

...for this year at least.  We still have snow, and I'm sure at some point before it's gone there will be sledding in our front yard.  My living room is now full of toddler toys, and yet the associated toddler is absent at this very moment, being quiet in her room, which usually means she's into something she shouldn't be.

These past fews days I have had my picture taken with a Fischer-Price camera that giggles, put together a kitchen, flushed a toilet in a Little People house, fried a pizza in before-mentioned kitchen, drank imaginary coffee, did imaginary dishes, listened to blogposts from a dog named Violet, played with a bug, built the Weebles a treehouse, got the crap scared out of me by a rumbling dump truck, pulled a pink plastic wagon full of Megablocks, and have been forked by a plastic play fork.  That is by no means a complete list, of course.  At this very moment I am being made a hamburger with plastic lettuce.

But other than that, I'd say it went well, despite my last minute rush to get things done.  I always say I'm going to plan better next year, and then it never happens.  *sigh* I guess I'm destined to be exhausted every Christmas!

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  1. DebraDecember 26, 2010 at 5:31 PM

    Sounds like the quintessential kid-centric holiday, although I'm sure you could have done without the fork-prodding.

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