Tonight in honor of the New Year (and since we're not at Times Square) we are going drop our own ball (basketball) on some gingerbread houses. We've done it before (and yes, it was Adam's idea) and it was fun. Mark is going to wash the ball so it doesn't make his house dirty so he can eat it. What Mark doesn't realize (he's never up on things because he's too young to remember--anything) is that the drop the ball ritual happens in the garage and after the snow and salt and sand that's dripped off our car, I'm not sure a clean ball will make everything sanitized.
Here's the thing though. We started the gingerbread houses yesterday and they had to sit for a few hours before we could decorate them.
We decided to play Settlers of Catan while we waited. It's a fun game until you can't get any bricks to build a road. I would have given my first born for some bricks but Emma had the bricks and she wasn't that interested in Braeden as barter.
We also didn't finish the game.
Part of my vacation without a vacation plan this week is to clean Emma's cataclysmic mess in her room.
It's not done yet.
Speaking of Emma, I told her to get up and get going this morning. This is how far she got:
We didn't even have the follow through to finish our advent calendars this year. Here's proof positive that we've all lost interest in candy canes.
The weather isn't even very tenacious. The rain is supposed to be getting rid of the snow.
In (all of our) defense though...we are on vacation.