Mmmmm...trifle. I'm so glad my grandpa passed along his trifle recipe to me. I couldn't live without trifle. That's the Brit in me, lol.
Kids made off like bandits...spoiled little brats.
Sorry about your dinner, Wiggler. If it's any consolation, we're having Christmas spaghetti and meatballs. Not exactly fabulous. Enjoy that trifle for me though!
Anberlin is miserable today. She's very clingy and cranky, runny nose, goobering eyes, fever, and she's chewing her fingers like there's no tomorrow. She won't take solids, so it's a Boob Only day. She won't sleep unless she's on me. Pretty sure she's working on another tooth.
Scary moment...I was getting a picture of Anberlin with her new toys when I suddenly heard the house go quiet. Quiet with 3 kids just doesn't mix, so I went to find the other two kids and found them in Isaiah's room with the door closed. Zoe had her new skipping rope wrapped TWICE around her neck and was going for a third time. Needless to say, she's lost her skipping rope until further notice. I'm NOT about to go to a hospital on Christmas Day.