The same way the snow muffles sounds, it has muffled my senses. I can’t think in a straight line, and there is nothing clear going on in my noodle.

This week has been, so far, swallowed up by present-making, carpool, cleaning up after the Monkeys, and keeping them away from the presents that are accumulating under the tree.

Beanie is sitting on the couch, nursing a sippy-cup of Christmas Milk (eggnog in our house), with a purple bow in his hair. It actually looks pretty in his flaming red haystack. He is keeping company with a tinker toy robot he built this morning.

Abby is dancing in little circles as she watches the Little Einsteins zoom over Egypt.

Jeffrey is at school, but it’s only a half day. What is the point with those? I hate half days. We rush to get him to school, and them it’s time to pick them all up. Sheesh.

Mailed our Christmas cards yesterday, so if you are on the list, keep watch on your mailbox. It’s not my most inspired one ever, but I like it this year. I’ll post the picture later.

The bottom three feet of our tree is completely stripped of all ornaments. Nothing. Bare. I have a bowl full of the things Abby had picked off. We’ve lost about 18 ornaments so far to the dangers of hardwood floor. Who knew?

Christmas is in 13 days. Are you ready??