Not that you asked. But you're here, right?

1) Musical Sit and Spins are really just better as regular Sit and Spins.

2) Shoving presents at my children to open up just feels funny. They really don't care. They want to play with the first two they opened.

3) When did the holidays become something we have to get through?

4) Triscuits and wheat thins. Festive, they are not. But I feel permitted to eat them in ridiculous quantities from December 21st to December 26th.

5) And cheese. Large, luscious blocks of high-fat cheese. I want to cry just thinking about it.

6) Watching my oldest get excited about this Christmas is one of the neatest things I've experienced as a Mom.

7) Cooking for a house full of people makes me happy.

8) Cooking white asparagus and purple potatoes makes me feel like a foodie when I'm really not. I just watch Top Chef.

9) Making bread pudding in a crockpot. Not a good idea.

10) Making sugar cookies with my peanut for Santa and his reindeer. The most fun ever.

11) Edaville Railroad still makes me feel like a kid.

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The Good, The Bad, and The Gnarly

The Good: Beautiful, sunshiney days filled with soft sand between our toes, pushes on swings from Gampy (the kids I mean, I keep getting stuck in the toddler swings) and warm evenings without a jacket and the window all the way down. The best visit.

The Bad: Seriously cantankerous kids on an airplane. One with an ear infection we don't yet know about. The other with just an attitude problem. Oh. And 65 really agitated fellow travelers prone to giving us a weak smile and then an eye roll they think we don't see.

Gnarly: The boozed-up 'lady' in line next to us as we embark, on the phone with her ever-lucky friend, citing specific details as to why she missed her first flight. Clues: new diagnosis of constipation. Chowing of several prunes for breakfast. Followed by airport hamburger (Danger Will Robinson!). Followed by copious imbibement of vodka. Followed by quality time in a seated position and one missed flight. Happy Trails!