I haven't posted for a few days. I've been very, very busy laying around eating brownies and playing Barbies. Also, I took a walk. There was probably some laundry folding in there somewhere, but really, that's about it. The kids have been frantically revising their Christmas lists, because I like to get them in to Santa nice and early. I'll never forget the Christmas I was dying for the Sunshine Family House. I think I was about five, and my parents kept saying things like, "It's been really hard for Santa to find that house this year," and "Katie, I hope you won't be disappointed if Santa can't bring you that dollhouse." Well, of course there it was, under the tree on Christmas morning. Best Christmas ever! Especially since I became the product of a broken home shortly after that *sniff* (sorry, mom and dad, I couldn't resist).

Grace has "decided" she doesn't want the Barbie Hot Tub Party Bus after all, but she instead wants the Playmobil Unicorn Fantasy Playland that someone found a picture of and left laying around the house, to help her change her mind. Yesterday, she smacked Olivia upside the head (and I'm not saying Olivia didn't deserve it), but I said, "Oh, Grace, that's very naughty, I'm going to have to report that to Santa." Olivia freaked out and screamed, "NO, DON'T TELL ON HER, I REALLY WANT TO PLAY WITH THAT UNICORN FANTASY LAND WHEN SHE'S NOT USING IT!" The kids are off of school all week and today they're all getting flu shots, so I should definitely have more to report on later. Oh! I forgot to write that on Henry's report card, his reading teacher said "Henry is a very competant reader." Yes, that's correct, she wrote c-o-m-p-e-t-a-n-t. His reading teacher. I wonder if she knows how to spell irony.

Edited to add: Well, we're back from flu shots, and no one cried, so yay! Henry did horrify me when he removed his socks and his toenails were curled over the entire front of his toes. Disgusting. That kid needs a wife.