December 15, 2009

Just another day.

Why is it half an hour before dinner, my kitchen always looks like this? I suppose 30 minutes to a hungry kid is the equivalent of looking at the faraway weekend on a Monday for an adult... or longer.

No wonder cereal never seems to last around here. And this whole dressing... and undressing themselves thing, well, let's just say it can be quite interesting.

Just when I think I've hidden all the sweater vests away, Joseph manages to find one. (sigh) He got a thing for the sleeveless. Anyone know a cure for self-inflicted nakedness?

Be still be melting heart. Can you believe there was actually no fighting over this one and only, very much single, gingerbread house? They shared it so well, as long as Savannah was in charge of course.

Even if I did spend an hour cleaning up the mess from the devouring afterwards.

Gotta love the holidays.

1 super cool people speak:

Mama Smith said...

LOVE the gingerbread house...One of my favorite memories...was our family working on gingerbread houses...NOT ONE was fact...seems if my memory is correct...most of them were NOT HOUSES...but other "imaginary" inventions...OH...SO FUN!!!!!

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