Now that the holiday season has officially ended with Ascension Day on January 6, its time to return to normal life. The bad news is that involves a lot of early mornings. The good news is that involves more blogging!
We had a very joyous holiday celebration. Santa was too good to Little King David this year. Luckily, Mommy and Daddy have learned from past experiences with the Queen of Sheba and Skywalker that the grandparents don’t know when to stop when it comes to buying Christmas gifts. This allows us to buy just a few gifts and focus on the reason for the season without feeling like the kids are deprived.
We appreciate the time we have to contemplate the birth of our Savior, because when Christmas Day is over, we get to stay up until 2:00am sorting through the toy box, deciding what toys have lived their useful life, and trying to find room for the new additions. (Warning: don't ever try to do this while your child is awake. You will not get rid of anything, you will simply resurrect the old toys that haven't seen the light of day since last Christmas. Your child will be thrilled to see their long lost toys, but they will refuse to part with them. Wait until the kids are in bed before you start purging the toy box.)
Although I expect the grandparents to buy more than the kids need or that we could possibly fit into our tiny house, I was still shocked that we came home with this:
The grandparents must have heard me say the MY son will NEVER ride a motorcycle. Thanks for adding fuel to the fire of his obsession, my dear in-laws!!