Christmas came with plenty of price tags, boxes and bags, and snow, lights, and heart-stuffed celebration too. I have a hangover's sense of rolling, rolling, wheels, blurry rolling wheels, and sugar cranked kids rolling rolling spiralling, spinning . . . a weird fuzz of three little shopping carts, shopping carts, everywhere shopping, extremely so.
Wee early morning, asleep in their beds, everything in place. Look, Jerry, Santa left me a stocking!
Rolling off with presents and balloons in cart. Tsega held his candy so long. Nobody had the right stocking. Bereket refused to wear Ethiopian pants. Later, Tsega wore a dress.
We rolled, shopped, wiped noses, resolved toy fights, hugged, played music, cooked play doe, and ate like pigs. Gluttony rules!
And new train parts too.
Happy New Year!
3 comments:
I love the picture of the lion in the shopping cart. So cute!
What joy! Hungover is a great way to describe this Monday-after feeling.
I can feel the buzzzzzzz. Looks like a fun Christmas for the boys and teaching them to do their own shopping is a very good thing :)
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