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laying on my floor is one sippy cup, two dirty socks, two bouncy balls and a train.  I suppose the list of things they did pick up is more random than what they left.

my new pan of brownies has a beckham-sized hole in the middle.  he can’t lie his way out of it with chocolate teeth.

corralling children into the bathroom to brush teeth required an appearance from the tickle-monster.  Cooper said we should have a contest to see who is the better tickle-monster, me or Lindsay.  She’d probably win.

I talked to both of my sisters today.  They both made me laugh really hard.  It’s ok to laugh at their unfortunate events, they’ve had plenty of chances to laugh at mine.

Seneca snuck out of bed tonight to come listen to the young women who came caroling.  I was kinda grateful.  Caroling is a little awkward! 

I really should just write a letter to Santa and send it to the North Pole and see what happens.  I mean, he is magic, after all and I’m afraid a few items on my wish list would definitely require magic.

Last night I was asleep before 10:00 p.m. (never happens) and slept the whole night through until 6 a.m. (also never happens).  It was amazing.  It’s startling how much better a mother I am when I am not sleep-deprived.  Seeing as it is 9:59 p.m. right now, that is obviously not happening again tonight, but it sure was lovely.