Due to this post from Roni Loren (thank you for the warning, Roni) I’ve decided to remove most photos. 

Or as it’s known in the States, “the day after Christmas.” It’s the second biggest shopping day of the year, and I’m sure the stores are packed as I type. I’m content to sit on my couch, still stuffed from the massive amounts of food consumed yesterday. And there’s more to come, because my baby turns six today. My parents are visiting, and we’ll be having Christmas with them. Another big dinner, another round of cake. Going to be two sizes bigger by the time it’s over.

I hope you all had a wonderful and safe holiday. Things almost turned into a disaster here. Nine p.m. Christmas Eve, Grace is asleep and Rob and I open the box her dollhouse came in. Kidcraft didn’t send the screws. We can’t put it together. All Grace wanted from Santa was this dollhouse, which I’ve had for three weeks and didn’t think to check the box. Only Kmart is open, and I’ve got twenty minutes until they close. I race through town and find some screws I THINK will be a temporary fix, all the while feeling sick to my stomach. Yes, my child is spoiled. But she’s also a big believer, and I didn’t want to see disappointment on her face Christmas morning.

Thankfully, her daddy can rig anything, and we managed to get the dollhouse in working condition, albeit a delicate one. The roof isn’t on yet, and Santa left Grace a note explaining the situation. Mrs. Claus will be getting the right screws in the mail asap.

Happy child, disaster avoided, two exhausted parents.

Have a safe and happy New Year. I’ll see you next year