My holiday spirit, that is.
For a while, I though I'd lost it.
But Amster's kids located it while she was at Wally-World this morning.
Messer's 6 and 8 remembered the drill from years past.
They chose the clothes they wanted to use, and began stuffing.
Some of us worked diligently at our assigned tasks.
Others were more interested in collecting bugs.
or in stacking towers.
Proving, once again, that the toy is less important than the box in which it was delivered, that box filled with styrofoam and empty space and imagination. These pill containers I've salvaged from G'ma kept the Littles occupied while Mr. 8 did some serious problem solving. A precise young man, he did not appreciate the fact that his stuffing was coming out of the shredded jeans.
Unnamed but not unloved, our creations were transported to the front yard.
Where serious arranging
and re-arranging took place.
Then, of course, it was time for posing.
All in all, it was an absolutely perfect Sunday morning.
I'm typing and looking at this fellow right now.