john made a gingerbread house with the boys. good daddy. (i enjoy the windows with no panels myself).
jack watched forlornly out the window as daddy mowed the lawn and aidan got to be outside to help. he really stayed in the window the whole time.
all the kids spent christmas eve playing in a box. the age old 'why did i even buy anything for them for christmas?' crossed our minds during the second hour in the box.
more fun in a box. (patrick's chin had a fight with the floor a few days before christmas. i think he was bandaged with extra precaution on christmas. i'm not sure if that's because he was going to be spending time with my kids, but i'm thinking ... yes.)
ahhh ... and for my favorite moment of the afternoon. aidan kicked/shoved/somethinged the box while casey was in it and patrick jumped in to save her honor. a hot chase ensued and i caught a photo of the last leg. i particularly enjoy the smile on patrick and the look of sheer terror & horror on aidan. when aidan stopped running patrick did a little half tackle/half hug. very gentle retaliation in defense of his big sister. i think the real retaliation was in scaring the crap out of aidan for once instead of it being the other way around. good on ya patrick, it worked.
