Merry Christmas, blog readers. I think I've entered that phase: the one where even the most devoted of bloggers falls off the metaphoric earth a little bit. Life is happening. There are four little girls that colour my world with their tutus, feetie pyjamas, oversized snowsuits and giggle fits. I am on the floor with them, doing puzzles, spreading cream cheese on crackers and refilling their cups. I am in it.
This Christmas was the same way: busy, involved, juggling, chaos management. It was full of the good stuff and some of the bad stuff that comes with chaos, little sleep, lots of sugar and stress. but I wouldn't trade it for the world. Any world.
|The sun has gone to bed and so must I.|
|Santa tracks out of the fireplace|
|Opening Christmas crackers|