The Day After the Day Before

Thinking as a mature adult, one would imagine a late morning rising

following the excitement of Santa's deliveries, grandparent visits,

new toys and nighttime Candy Cane Lane romping.

Right?

A mature adult, mind you...

The bodies of 4 and 6 year olds aren't programmed the same way.

*Yawn*

5:45 AM and 2 quiet little people entered our bedroom then stood fairly

motionless--inches away from our faces. Their warm breath woke me.

It was still black out.

Nonetheless, tummies were growling and ideas were brewing.

Time to get up.

The high energy level didn't last for very long, however.

A touch of mellow hung in the air.

Thank goodness for On Demand videos.

There is minimal conversing at 6AM.

The day after Christmas.

I just couldn't enforce the "no thumbsucking" rule this one time

as Cash slumped lower and lower.

Breakfast was repeated 3 times over 4 hours,

in progressive elaboration--

First Cheerios... then pancakes, eggs and bacon...

then waffles, pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage.

Orange Julius with all, of course.

The sugar and maple syrup did the trick and we spent the rest of the day

outside with the out-of-control remote car

(I couldn't get any pictures of that because it was all a blur!),

avoiding the licorice traps in Candy Land,

creating wild and wonderful tales with Story Cubes and

fishing for the elusive Clown Fish, among others.

After Mommy came to take her little ones home,

Shoeless Joe gave a long sigh and closed his eyes.

He wants to know when that silly bow on his collar can come off...

Christmas 2011 is now a wonderful memory.

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