This above photo shows Huck unwrapping the Rock and Ride Lucky my mom and dad climbed the produce aisle for -- Lucky is also the reason for the puke decorating our family room curtains. Huck loves this bouncy/rocky pony so much that we've had to put a moratorium on the bouncy-rocky unless he's got an emptyish stomach. My idea of a good morning does not include scraping omelet off the drapes.Huck was wired and wiped by the time we left my parents' house on Christmas Eve, and asleep in the car before we hit the highway. No time for "Twas the Night Before Christmas" this year, no sir, just a full-tilt run for the tree. (More on SD Three, btw)My family arrived around noon, and the first thing my mother said was, "What happened to your house?" Yes, there had been a toy explosion, fueled mostly by my mother herself.
Now I'm ankle-deep in Little People circus, preschool, and zoo pieces, Littlest Pet Shops, and remote control cars. I've been ignoring it as best I can as I learn to do a double crochet stitch. Yay merino wool on sale for $3 a skein. I'll figure this stuff out yet.