I love Christmas break. LOVE IT. I love having the kids home from school. I love sleeping in. I love the all-day playing and pajama-wearing. I don’t want it to end. But tomorrow marks the start of a New Year. The Christmas tree will come down and we’ll pack the decorations away. We’ll go back to school and the old routine and look forward to the next thing to celebrate.

We had a wonderful holiday. Did you?

We spent Christmas Eve baking cookies, making buckeyes and tracking Santa on NORAD. We sprinkled magic reindeer food on the lawn and left cookies and milk out for Santa. The girls opened their new Big Sister pajamas and wore them to bed. Then Dave, my mom and I stayed up until 4 a.m. doing elf work.

There weren’t a lot of gifts under the tree this year, but no one was disappointed. Our budget was tight and that wasn’t really a bad thing. It helped us to be thoughtful. Dave and I tried to give the girls presents that served a purpose some other toy wasn’t already serving because, even if we had a ton of money to spend, our house is shrinking. We can’t afford to give up too much space.

I think we were successful. Mostly.

The day after Christmas, Dave and the girls not only let me sleep late, they brought me breakfast in bed, “for making Christmas so awesome.” I’ve heard that was mostly Julia’s idea. I thanked her later by running over her face with a sled while we were out playing in the snow.

The rest of the Christmas break has been blissfully lazy and filled with all the things we want to do and nothing that we don’t. And we can’t exist forever like that, I guess. So, welcome 2013. I’m expecting good things.

Step 1: Dump two cups of flour in a bowl.

Step 2: Taste the flour.

Step 3: Add one cup of salt to the bowl.

Step 4: Taste the salt.

Step 5: Dump 3/4 cup of water in the bowl.

Step 6: Mix the contents of the bowl with bare hands.

Step 7: Lick hands clean while Mom takes over.

Step 8: Flatten the dough on the table using hands or try a rolling pin. If that doesn’t work, sit on the dough.

Step 9: Use a star-shaped cookie cutter to make twinkle twinkle little stars. (Tip: It helps to sing the song.)

Step 10: Use a straw to poke a hole in the stars so you can hang them up.

Step 11: Blow through the end of the straw and shoot the dough piece lodged inside. Aim for your sister.

Step 12: Let your mom put the stars on a baking sheet and put them in the oven at 200 degrees for 20 minutes.

Step 13: Use your dough scraps to make Krabby Patties and eat them. They will taste terrible, but your mother’s reaction will be worth it.

Step 14: Paint your baked ornaments.

Step 15: Paint yourself.

Step 16: Paint your sister’s baked ornaments.

Step 17: Get chased from the table by your angry sister.

Step 18: Paint the space heater.

Step 19: Return to the table. There will be glitter.

Step 20: Add glitter to your ornament.

Step 21: Add glitter to your sister’s ornaments.

Step 22: Get chased from the table by your angry sister. (Don’t forget to take the glitter!)

Step 23: Put glitter in your diaper.

Step 24: Put glitter on the cat.

Step 25: Put glitter in the space heater.

Step 26: You are done! (You’ll know this for sure because your mom will tell you very loudly.)

Salt Dough Ornaments

I got to peek at my baby boy today.

Baby boy

He was all sprawled out as, once again, I’m making too much amniotic fluid. (I made too much with Julia. And Phoebe. [But not Lucy.])

“You’re such an overachiever,” Dave said.

“What?”

“You can’t just make amniotic fluid, you have to make THE MOST AMNIOTIC FLUID EVER,” he said raising a fist in the air.

The ultrasound technician laughed. “Well, it’s better than not making enough.”

Then she took a look at the ventricles of Jackson’s brain and his spine since they were difficult to view at my last ultrasound.

They looked just fine, in case you were wondering.

I’m wondering whether or not my son should be circumcised. Have you had to make this decision? What did you do? Also, if you own a penis, A) is it circumcised? B) are you happy about that? C) if not, do you blame your mother?

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