First of all, Merry Christmas! At the time of this writing, it is now late in the evening of December 25th.
Let me tell you about my day. It began with the usual inspection of presents under the tree (which occurred at 1:30 AM). (My kids aren't very good about waiting for the sun to rise, so Santa has to stop at my house before midnight.)
After breakfast, the kids and I made popcorn garland to string on the trees outside. That was fine, until the dog decided that popcorn garland looked mighty tastey. He jumped up, snagged a string, and proceeded to devour it. Of course, we had to grab that from him, because dogs can't digest popcorn. That was fun.
Next project: Making the Gingerbread House. I usually make a "gingerbread house" out of graham crackers and cake frosting. This year something possessed me to buy one of those fancy kits complete with Willy Wonka candy.
I squirted the packet of icing onto the panels of the house and attempted to "glue" them together. That was a good trick, since the icing was a little on the runny side. I finally got the house together. Then it was time to add the details. Here's how that went:
"Mommy, frost the roof."
"Mommy the wall is falling down."
"Mommy the roof is sliding off."
"Mommy add more icing."
"Mommy the front caved in."
"Mommy, the whole house fell down."
Ugh. Sorry kids. Better luck next year. (Note to self: Use cake frosting instead of icing to assemble the house.)
Finally, my son came running into my room.
"Mommy, come quick!"
I looked. "What the heck is in your sister's hair?" I said looking at the glob of pink stuff that was plastered in her hair.
Yeah. Flarp (aka: noisy putty) from Santa. What was Santa thinking?
So I spent the rest of the day getting Flarp out of my daughter's hair.