Christmas has come and gone. Recovery can now begin.
We spent Xmas eve day trying to find creative ways to keep busy. It was hot outside. And while that was enough of a bummer, it had been raining for a week straight with several more days to go. We took a chance and headed to a place called Area 51 – a big indoor trampoline park which conveniently has a special jump time first thing in the morning for younger kids. That was actually pretty fun. Felix absolutely hated the trampolines. If you’d put him down on one, he would scream and cry as if you had placed him in a pool of molten lava. Finally he discovered the big foam blocks and was content to build. While I was happy he was actually doing something enjoyable, I was completely skeeved out by the large amount of hair and band-aids stuck to the sides of these things.
Santa din’t have anything to assemble this year, so that made things pretty easy. The kids each got a cute play tent and sleeping bags, along with other miscellaneous toys – Nerf guns, action figures, and Snackin’ Sara.
Y’all, this thing is horrible. Its mouth is the exact shape of something you’d see in an adult store. It has a huge rectangular hole in its ass which I suppose prevents constipation. When you turn it on it won’t shut up, demanding food, snacks, juice, to play, to sleep, and “Stinkaroo,” which obviously means it has crapped out the Play-Doh food you have to make for it while it hollers at you about being so hungry. That, candidly, is the best part. It’s been a huge source of amusement to me listening to her yell at Sara “I know you’re hungry. I’m making your snacks now! I can’t play with you because I’m making your food. You have to be patient!” Yeah. Dinner takes a minute to make, doesn’t it? In any case, Sara got fed a lot that first 48 hours. She was well on her way to being morbidly obese. Then Felix kept trying to steal the Play-Doh food and we kind of had to hide it.
The kids had another Santa visit the day after Xmas when the entire extended family invaded his maternal grandmother’s house for that annual celebration. It’s always intensely crowded and loud. I think most of the grownups were worried about how to explain why Santa was there rather than back home in the North Pole, but the kids were too busy conducting the Elf Inquisition – asking him what their elves’ names were. I can happily say my kids were not involved in that, seeing as how we abstain from Elfing. Felix amused himself by stealing everyone’s candy. He had about 7 candy-filled candy cane Preciouses by the time we left.
And in a totally unrelated bit of news, we went back out to see Star Wars again. I just love it. What can I say?