We've had a lazy day.  My mom and I got some beef stew going in the crock pot and we've played the Wii and watched movies.  So far we've logged "He's Just Not That Into You" (really good movie but the book, which I have on my Kindle, is not so good), "Mirrors" (scary!), and now we're watching "Enemy of the State".

Good times.

We spent a quiet day at home today.  That doesn't happen very often and will happen less often when classes start (I made a chart to keep everything straight) so I made sure to enjoy it.  Anthony got the boys' new bed put up in their room.  It's this wonderful trundle bed--a twin size bed and you pull out the drawer to find another twin size bed.  I'd wanted bunkbeds but worried about Holden falling off; this is the perfect bed for them.

So next week I'm going to pick them up a gallon of yellow paint for the walls.  They have a new desk waiting to go into their room, then we'll set them up a computer in there (probably one of the old laptops).

We spent the evening eating pizza and playing Wii Fit.  My Wii Mii is fat, which makes me sad.

That's how much my textbooks cost for the semester.

*gulp*

If I show up to class and the professor says that we won't be using this book or that I'm going to chuck it at him.

(and yes, I'm doing my Batchelor's in Early Childhood Education with an emphasis on special needs)

So I haven't watched MTV since the days of Britney Spears, the Backstreet Boys, and Real World Hawaii (do you remember Kaia and Amaya?! I do).

This morning, in a fit of boredom, I turned on Teen Moms.  Damn MTV showed me two episodes--enough to get me hooked--then moved on to something else.  Now I'm sad because I don't have the commitment to keep up with watching a television show at a certain time so I might not find out what happens to Maci and Bentley and whoever those other people are.

I'm so lame.

Today was Holden's therapy clinic's Christmas party.  We had a blast.

My boys.

Holden.

London

Alexander got a temporary tattoo:

So did Sergei:

Sergei entralled the crowd, as usual:

I love the therapy clinic.  They put on this party because there are so many children who go there who just couldn't go to the mall.  A regular old Santa wouldn't know what to do with such kids.  There are kids in wheelchairs, kids using walkers, kids with autism and sensory disorders and Tourette's and a myriad of other issues that make regular holiday stuff impossible.

(sigh.  Even I cannot get four kids, plus Santa, to look in one direction at the same time)