So. Yeah. The advent calendar. It's so far off the rails I can't even begin to describe. Where were we. Day 15?
Day 15: Should have been Make Cookies. FAIL.
Day 16: Should have been Give Cookies to Friends. FAIL.
Day 17: Christmas book (Merry Christmas, Strega Nona): SUCCESS!
Day 18: Watch Christmas movie in new jammies: SUCCESS! (Are we seeing a pattern yet? I am at a complete loss if I have to actively do something to make an activity happen, but if we get to sit on our fannies? Got it covered. Amply.)
Day 19: Sing carols: FAIL. So, I'm choosing to pretend that I planned on making gingerbread houses with the neighborhood kids as one of the activities. (One of the older neighbor kids and her friends supervise the little kids and help them decorate their houses. It's totally adorable.)
(If there's a photo, it must have happened the way I said it did, right? Future me will forget this was not the plan, anyway.)
Day 21: Make a snowman: FAIL. But Sarah did spontaneously make snow angels yesterday, so I'm just going to go ahead and slot that in for today. (There's not enough snow for a snowman, and it's too dry to pack. It totally would have failed anyway. For reals. Really.)
Tomorrow's supposed to be a bubble bath. I think I can manage it. Bubble stuff? Check. Dirty kid? Check. Bath tub? Check! Can we do it? YES WE CAN!
And, to show that I don't completely suck, I finally started baking today, and we might even eventually get around to giving cookies to our friends. Really! Maybe even before the actual holiday! Dare to dream.
(They look much better in real life. Less yellow, for one [I have GOT to do something about the lighting around here. Geez]. Also, the internet needs to invent scratch-and-sniff screens, because the snickerdoodles smell awesome.)
Four to go, people. I'm reasonably confident it can be done.