Ramblings of a self confessed geek who really just wants to go live in a yurt with some chickens, a yak, a couple of goats, a crapload of friends and a bunch of mostly naked children running around like freaks.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Christmas Morning
Open that one Lily. Ohhhh! Nice! Can you wipe the baby’s nose, hon? Lily, don’t wipe your nose on your dress. Lily open one? It’s Daddy’s turn, Lil. Wait. YAY! Underwear! Stop sitting on your sister. Anya, don’t eat tissue paper. Nose! That’s MINE! Not Mommy’s turn, LILY’S TURN! Do you need to go back to sleep? I hungry. Lily, don’t take that away from your sister! Press the button. LILY, don’t wipe your nose on your dress. YAY, kitty get it! Nose! Gah! Cat eating ribbon! Oh yeah, Old School. Let’s play Mommy’s new CD! Hey, that’s Daddy’s new CD! Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells. Lily’s open that one? Where’s Sister? For goodness sake kid, stop wiping your nose on your dress! Get off Anya! Open the box, Daddy! No picture me, Mommy! Press the button. Waaaaa! Nap? NO NAP! No more presents? All done. YAY!