This is the only picture I have of anything remotely Christmas. We did not take one picture of Santa's haul or the Christmas tree or of one single solitary stocking. It's like Christmas 2009 never happened around here (unless you look in my garage-dear Jesus the boxes.) We had to rearrange the entire house to accommodate Hudson's train table. I used that opportunity to put away all the Christmas decorations too. So this little t shirt is all I have to show you. (It's a long standing joke between Tim and I about airbrushed shirts that people get on vacation. The only way this could have been more perfect was if it had been silhouettes of he and I on a beach in the sunset with Kelly & Tim 4-Ever on it.)(I'm really sorry if you are an airbrushed t-shirt enthusiast. They are funny and I will laugh at you if you wear one seriously.) Apparently our newest holiday tradition involves the stomach virus. For both Thanksgiving and Christmas some or all members of our family have be brought to their knees. But it made for a quiet family Christmas since no one wants to come over and share Christmas cheer when they are likely to start vomiting.
I also managed to score my blogher ticket so as to avoid the rush. (Are you going?) Once tax season is in full swing in a few weeks, I won't be able to think about anything other than 1040's, 1120's, my own personal hygiene, and making sure my children are clothed and fed before I shuttle them off to daycare. And Sleep. I'll be dreaming about SLEEP for the next 4 months.
I hope you got everything you wished for and that you remembered to actually take some pictures of the chaos at your house. All I have to show for it is an ugly t-shirt and some new silverware.













