Luckily, she was in a fine mood and quickly dove into a project involving a roll of ribbon, some stickers, and a glue bottle that she really only used as pretend glue.
Last night Julie declared that our son would not be coming home to a house with a Christmas tree in it. So I dismantled the tree this morning, possibly the earliest we've ever gotten it down, our previous record being, I don't know, sometime in April.
Then I tidied, vacuumed, and did laundry and dishes. Our basement is still the heart of darkness, but the rest of the house is sort of ready for a second child.
And Lyla's definitely ready.
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