While Christmas Day has come and gone, the season continues on in our house for at least another week. I can't resist sharing this photo of our stockings. We have no fireplace so The Monster decided that our hallway laundry basket was where Santa would visit us. I'm not going to argue with a three and a half year old on Christmas! Oh wait, I did. That would be the first lesson we learned.
Do not insist on the Christmas Pajamas you bought when she dresses herself, entirely by herself, for the first time. Instead, cheer for her and let her go to bed with two Pull-Ups on and summer PJs that are too small.
Do not trust a three and half year old to keep a present a secret. I knew my present within a hour of her returning from the mall. She was just so damn excited to share with me.
Three and a half is not too young to learn how to vacuum properly. That's what she got for deliberately throwing rainbow sprinkles on the floor.
Hubby is the best dad/cousin/uncle for letting a 17, 12, 8, and 3 year old girl do his make-up and hair.
Santa is apparently supposed to eat ALL the cookies you leave out for him, even if it is a dozen or so.
Beef Wellington is fantastically delicious.
A child can indeed survive on nothing but pork in various forms, oranges, cookies, and chocolate.
Christmas with a child is seriously the best thing ever. Everything was an adventure and sheer excitement. She still wakes up in the morning, plugs in the lights on the tree and tells me, "Mama, it's amazing!"