The first day of the kids' Christmas break from school yesterday was a real doozy.
After very little sleep the night before, I was less than enthused to make breakfast in the morning. So I let the boys do it. Specifically, I had Cubby fry eggs and Jack and Charlie on toast duty.
Cubby actually can make eggs if I supervise and remind him to, say, put butter in the pan before he cracks the eggs. You know, so he can actually flip them rather than scraping them off the pan. Jack and Charlie can make toast if I cut the bread and take it out of the hot toaster. Basically, they press the button down and spread the butter.
But they did manage to mostly make breakfast. And it killed half an hour of a very long day.
A. did get Cubby and Jack out to the woods for an adventure before the freezing rain started. It continued almost all day, resulting in what the weather people referred to as "a glaze" on top of the existing snow.
Cozy.
At 11 a.m., in an attempt at distraction, we made egg nog. We had all the ingredients, and Charlie and Cubby loved the egg nog we bought for them at the store last week. I did not love the ingredients, so I decided we should just make some ourselves.
We used
this recipe, except we didn't chill it, because
you try telling a three-year-old he can't immediately consume whatever he just helped to make.
It was really good. And there were minimal smackdowns over who got to measure, stir, and crack eggs. Hooray.
Oh, and I also didn't add the bourbon. I didn't have any, or else I would have been very tempted to doctor up my own glass.
After dinner, in response to a comment by Charlie that he wanted to watch karate movies, A. showed them a montage of Bruce Lee fight scenes on YouTube. They were, predictably, enthralled, though Charlie asked quite reasonably why the guy had to have his shirt off all the time.
I had never noticed that, but Bruce Lee does indeed almost always have his shirt off. Perhaps to make him immediately recognizable in a crowd of other high-kicking men.
Anyway.
Also predictably, the watching of kung fu was immediately followed by the practice of kung fu downstairs, which is when I heard Charlie ask Jack, "Are you ready to fight a five-year-old with no shirt?"
No shirt=bad ass, obviously.
In fact, they all took off their shirts and donned their long underwear bottoms, in their best attempt at kung fu attire. It was really funny, and it kept them all entertained until Charlie and Jack collided and cracked their heads.
Then it was bedtime and I made the dough for cinnamon rolls in the morning*.
They didn't help me with the dough, but in the morning
the early bird got to help with assembly.
So that was a good start to the day.
Unfortunately, A. determined yesterday that the exhaust system in
the Honda was leaking, resulting in exhaust in the car. Which means we do not want to transport our small children in it. And we can't all fit in the Subaru unless one of the adults just sits in the cargo area in the back.
The odds of getting the Honda fixed during this holiday week are pretty low, so we'll be sticking around at home. We're supposed to get 6-8 inches of snow tomorrow, and then the temperature is going to drop waaaay down. Like, below zero almost all week.
So if you need me, I'll be here with four sick little kids, huddled in the house and cooking.
Maybe we'll just have eggs and toast for every meal. Then they can make it themselves.
* I used this recipe. Cubby said he wished he had twelve thumbs, so he could give it twelve thumbs up. They are pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.
