In the wee small hours of the morning...after Christmas!
Woke up-blinked, couldn't see, ah yes-little 3 year old sock covered hand over my eyes (to prevent bloody nose picking incidents during the night...naturally.) Stretch, rise-check on 5 year old not present in our bed...removed his left hand from pants (don't recall ever watching 'Married with Children' with him...but he sure does resemble Al Bundy-mostly when sleeping!)Breathed in-day? Day after Christmas...hubby and I made it! Full day of toy mayhem, joyful calls to family and friends near and far and way, way too many mini quiche consumed! December 26-a day to continue the Christmas music, mimosas and celebration of joy and gratitude. The noisy, light-blinking toy construction has only just begun. The blood-curdling screams attached to two pajama clad boys-pulling on one LEGO Capt.Jack Sparrow....the soundtrack of this day. I inhale the madness,exhale and sip on coffee wishing this moment of most ridiculous fullness for all. We'll likely do lunch in our pajamas,...