The night after Christmas

Where did we leave off? We got home yesterday afternoon after a fun day of hanging out with the family (especially Bailey). The boys got to nap in the car, but Mom and Dad weren't so lucky. They had to bargain for 45 minutes each after we arrived home.

The boys were worn completely out. Despite the naps, they were irritable and needed to be held. Any annoyance was too much to bear. Griffith was particularly upset with the John Deere popcorn popper that Aunt Kim and Uncle Andy gave him. You push it along the floor and the wheels spin a popper and it makes noise. If you don't keep the front wheels down, though, it doesn't pop. Griff has not mastered this and all he knows is that the damned thing isn't working. This results in him 1) swinging it about wildly or 2) flinging it across the floor and then hitting the deck himself and squawling and screaming and kicking. Great. Thanks, Kim and Andy. This will be coming back your way some day. Just remember that.

The boys got their baths and got settled and then the phone rang. Who in the name of God is calling at nine on Christmas? The substitute nanny. Sick with bronchitis. And we haven't found a replacement. Great.

Miss Michelle came to the rescue, though, and the boys seem to like her. Griff managed to be a wild man and refused to take a morning nap. Mom came home and forced the afternoon nap issue, but that ended in Michelle holding Griff and patting him on the bottom while Mom fed Allan. We hope that by tomorrow we will be more accustomed to Miss Michelle and back on something approaching a schedule. We hope.

Anyway, it is way late so we are going to catch a few z'ss. Enjoy the photos. More to come.