So, here’s a quick recap of what we’ve been doing...because you know as soon as I really start typing, Will will wake up:
For Halloween, the kids joined forces to fight crime…or me. (Especially when I tried to force my “rules” on them. Like a reasonable bedtime on Halloween night, or no candy for breakfast.) Lucy was Batgirl, and Will was her Baby Bat Brother. Daddy refused to dress up like Batman, and I was coerced into wearing a villain’s mask. Of course.
My little turkeys were dressed accordingly for this holiday. And, as you can see, that really ruffled the feathers of one of them. Thanksgiving was filled with epic fits, such as “I won’t eat anything but marshmallow and rolls” by Lucy and “I won’t nap, and then I will run around and terrorize everyone” by Will. Ahhh, the memories.
Okay, Christmas hasn’t technically happened yet, but the holiday season is well upon us. As of this post, we’re 16 days into the annual visits from our Christmas elves, who hop from shelf to shelf with wild abandon. (They don’t do anything more creative, though, because 1. It's literally called “The Elf on the SHELF,” and 2. This mama is not going to clean up after elves too, for goodness sake!)
But, I’m happy to report that, for the first time ever, Lucy and Will sat on Santa’s lap with no crying or beard-pulling. My kids actually behaved - it's a bona fide Christmas miracle!
For comparison, here are the last several years of Santa pictures. As you can see, St. Nick truly earned that sainthood.
It's still up-in-the-air if the man in red is bringing presents or coal this year. Only time will tell. (Or me...if I remember to blog about it.)