They clean up nicely, don't they?Truth be told, these last couple of weeks of "pretend labor" has exhausted me to the pathetic extent that their hygiene went backburner on the ol' priority list.
Yeah, don't judge me. It's not like I was clean either. *wink* It was a family bonding experience.
Um, like a homeschooling project of sorts. Yeah... that's totally what it was: A "How long can you go without soap before your sweat begins to erode your clothing?" Science Project.
OR "How many days does it take for your stench to naturally repel small animals?" Or people.
*shrug* I'm not picky. I just want conclusive results. ;)
Totally legit science project in my way of thinking. Being the stellar homeschooling mom that I am, I seize every opportunity to prepare my daughters for
(Dear God. Do you see how easy it is for me to digress?! It's a wonder I was ever a public speaker. I mean, the fact that intelligent administration trusted me to coherently speak to their students amazes me to no end.)
ANYWAY back to Christmas.
I figured if we didn't get "good" pictures of the girls today, it just wasn't going to happen. I know me well.
Thankfully, they still maintained their joyful attitudes. I mean, here it was 11am and all they had gotten to open were their stockings. (oh, and wash off grime).And if forced Christmas Morning Baths wasn't bad enough...we then proceeded to further delay the Gift-Carnage by reading the Christmas Story out of Charis's new Bible. (she insisted we use it)
Raegan wanted nothing to do with sitting still. And I wanted nothing to do with pinning a teething toddler down. So we compromised and ignored each other completely. Wisdom or laziness...you decide. But it worked for me. ;)There were some pictures of Charis and Selah (as they listened to Jet read) where you would have thought they were hearing a dissertation on fungus. Selah was staring off in the distance. Charis, intently picking at her nails.
But I so had to laugh. Our lovely little Christian Family Christmas Bible Reading was going down in flames even before we made it through the "first annual".
Thankfully, they did engage at some point.
Either that or they quickly learned how to fake it. (What can I say? They're prodigies. ...I didn't learn the art of feigning interest until well into high school). *wry grin*And for the record, here's a picture of me and my still-swollen (postpartum pre-eclampsia) face.
Though honestly, it's NOTHING on what it looked like a couple days prior. That will have to go undocumented. left up to your imagination. and my memory.
(which I'm hoping will dump that bit of data, being that I am obviously lacking in both shortterm and longterm memory bites. as I'm constantly calling Raquel "Alana").
More Christmas to come...
