the aftermath

Blogging about Christmas for three days has left me nearly as exhausted as I felt the day after Christmas - when I was surrounded by too many toys, too many clothes, and a baby spreading it all over the house.  Yes, she even had to wear her new squeaky shoes until I could no longer handle the incessant squeaking.  I'm so glad everything has found its place now, and even though it still gets spread all over my house everyday, at least it has a place to go back to in the evening.

And in all the hustle and bustle of our celebrations, we forgot again to get a picture of Laci in her Christmas PJ's with her Christmas paint can.  So, I took a picture a few days later, and then realized that I didn't pick very holiday-ish PJ's, but then again, last year's PJ's weren't holiday-ish either, so I guess maybe that's part of our tradition.  Also part of our tradition:  forgetting to take the picture on Christmas Eve and "re-enacting" it a few days later.  Oh well, at least it's a tradition.