Well, I guess it's back to life as usual. We won't start school again until next week. Ds recieved Electronic Battleship from Grandma. It's a hit. Literally. Subs, aircraft, all kinds of different missiles, and a never ending droning voice alerting you of hits and misses. Dd3 has a friend spending a couple of nights. So they're testing all of her new toys. It was a game type Christmas. Yahtzee, Risk, Battleship...Somehow all of the dolls and Polly Pockets have made their way downstairs to the livingroom. I think someone's bedroom may be too messy to find room to play.
Christmas Eve was nice. The lutefisk ( or fish jell-o, as DD2 calls it) wasn't as pungent as in years past. I can live with that. I discovered that while family taditions are nice, they're not what Christmas is about. If that's all there is, it's seems hollow and meaningless. My parents aren't Christians and I so wish that I could say that they were. Traditions mean everything to my Mom.
Today I'm going to give my children a treat. A chance to use my hand cranked flour mill.
With a promise of fry bread for lunch, it just might work.
I do hope that your Christmas was blessed and you can follow the ramblings of this post. It's a bit disjointed.
Love in Christ,
From Glory Farm