SIX OH NINE

Yep, that's what time my adorable son woke us up on Christmas morning. "SANTA CAME!!! SANTA CAME!!"
Me: What time is it?
Him: SIX OH NINE!!! SANTA CAME!! YOU AND DADDY HAVE TO WAKE UP NOW!!!

So we did. And since Santa didn't put together the toys this year, we spent HOURS putting together toys. (When I say "we," I mean Navy Guy, of course.) FOUR HOURS to put together the ESPN sports station (which is, frankly, the most amazing Christmas gift ever - it is currently taking up the entire center of our family room in its 6 sports and 21 electronic game glory).

Four hours. And the instruction manual had 87 steps. EIGHTY-SEVEN.

That's just wrong.

Poor Princess is still really sick, so we're off to the doctor tomorrow. But she's taking comfort in her new American Girl doll, and Daddy's last day of vacation is today, so he's having a tea party with her while I work. hee hee. I made him promise no mutant doll voices - she hates that. :)

I hope your holidays are very merry - whichever flavor you celebrate.
hugs,
Alesia, signing off till the new year