Gametes In Love

We finally finished decorating our tree this week-end. We decided to wait for Rose to make her resurgence until we were done. There is really no correlation between the two, other than the face that S was out of town last week, work has been crazy and navigating and elf along with a todo list the size of Santa’s nice/naughty list just wasn’t going to happen.
Somehow in the kids’ mind the two were linked, and with the final ornament up on the tree there was no excuse anymore.
While I read to the boys I told S to get and deploy Rose. When I was done, I saw him holding an empty Rose box. Cr@p! I had not returned Rose to her place of rest since last Christmas and had NO idea where to look.
This morning, thanx to someone calling S at 5:30am in the morning (what’s up with that, btw?!?!?) I was up. So I decided to make the most of it and went on a Rose hunt. Checked my closets and decided to make my way downstairs and think like a frazzled mom on Christmas day: “Where would I hide an elf from a gang of rushing children on loot day?” Answer? In a lunch bag in the pantry in the dining room… where we open gifts.
Elf magic saved, and I don’t have come up with excuses. I was ready to go out and buy another elf, except for the fact that S had pimped ours out to give her wires in her legs & arms to allow her to wrap easier around her hiding spots.

In other news, Rose brought a letter to the kids today, which G began to read himself. Score!!! Rose’s font however didn’t take into account the newly-found reading audience, so it was a little … difficult. Mom fail! I guess I’ll be adjusting that in future Rose letters.

In other “other” news, someone please remind me to start planning Christmas in September after school gets in. Feels like it sneaks up on me faster and faster these days.