Not too much to say. The weekend was on the books as "Papa's birthday weekend" but that somehow fell through the cracks. Instead we built snowforts and gingerbread houses.
The funniest thing was when one kid started laughing at the other saying that their gingerbread man's eyes were crossed. (what the !?@?)
I also got some more Christmas shopping done and I even wrapped a few while watching my new Jack Johnson DVD and having a whiskey or two. I'm sure Christmas morning will be "as per usual" when I fail to remember which gift it is that I wish to save as the "big one" for last. Sorry mama.