Armed with Aunt Noelle (aka Wala) and Uncle Marvin's Christmas present of snowball and snowblock makers, those that weren't settled in for our warm winter's naps (in other words, everyone over two) hiked in waist-deep snow to the backyard and had a battle more of fluff than of substance. (I snapped less snowballs than I did photos, but still felt good about the effort it took just to make it to the war-zone because I knew it was working off some of the amazingly yummy home-made Spicy Orange Chicken I had scarfed down the night before.)
As we've had a major Wii-athon (Hee, Hee. . . if you have little boys, you know what I'm thinking and why I'm laughing! Just admit it!!! Everyone running cross-legged to the bathroom, taking their turn and then gluggling down more water and rushing to the back of the line. My sophistication is ruined! Ruined, I tell you!), Eric and I can't help agreeing that having six kids nine and under has its perks when all of the stuff your kids get just adds to your own holiday fun. Thanks,Grandpa Rex, for the stellar gift!