Merry Christmas!!

My Christmas miracle was that I didn't have to take my four year old to get stitches for his lip.  The day before Christmas was full of boys fighting with each other.  Three weeks of being off-track and too much time together with too many snow storms is a toxic combination.  I could hear something going on downstairs but was 5 seconds too late in intervening when the wailing began.  My four-year old came upstairs with blood coming out of his lip and accusing the six-year old of kicking him in the face.  When asked why he did it??? the reply.... "because he wouldn't play with me".  Do you think he wants to play with you NOW????? 

But Christmas morning dawned and the fighting had ceased.  Excitement had set in as boys opened presents, 

we had our traditional steak breakfast, 

then as I prepared to put the turkey in the oven...in horror I discovered I had 3 inches of tin foil left but my faithful friend was willing to lend.  I gave Brett the task to get it from next door but when he looked out the window at the blizzard he palmed it off on his oldest son who didn't make it to the end of the truck before returning to the warm house.  

So Brett had to go anyways...

Brett received a traditional remote control toy from his dad, 

the car got stuck in our driveway when we got home...

some kids got stuck too...

Brett cleaned off the driveway...

and was horrified to discover that he would have to do it again!!!

The next day the boys took advantage of all the snow and their snowman kit while I went into the doctor to see if my nagging sore throat was strep.  No strep but we ended up with a cute snowman.