The Seventh Day of Christmas

While we all watched Survivor tonight, Jessi said she had something to work on upstairs. This is what she came up with.

Last week, she wrote a rap song, so it looks like she is in her blues phase right now. Also, I am guessing that the "not even a mouse" comes from all of the "Night Before Christmas" we have been reading.

Then, after tumbling, Bev worked on her DARE essay.

Jessi and Christian often want to play completely different things, but sometimes, they play together, and I could watch them for hours. It is quite hilarious. Tonight, they each brought all of their stuffed animals out into the hall and the animals battled each other. At one point, Jessi said, "it's not fair, you have all the mean animals--mine are pretty, but yours are tougher."

He picked his shark for a battle. She first chose her little white fluffy porpoise.

Then her little glittery pink sea turtle.

And then a cute little octopus. Finally they decided to change from "stuffed animal fight club" to making a stuffed animal neighborhood where they could all live peacefully together. (It went well until Christian's animals started getting the urge to eat their neighbors...and poop in the other neighbors' yards.)

I called Drew upstairs. When he didn't come, I discovered that after scouts, and some Legos, he just crashed. When I woke him and told him to go to bed he denied being tired.

This is a familiar scene--Bev doing homework and her spoiley-cat waiting and whining for attention.

Not much Christmas-related happened today.