Happy second day of the new year!

I procrastinate.

Just read Nan's blog post, and I figure I'll take her up on her challenge to stick with Project 365 this year. Especially since I only made it to Day 3 in 2008. Not a very good showing.

I figure one photo a day isn't *too* challenging, right?

We'll see. Keep me honest, OK?

The kids return to school on Monday, sufficiently gorged on Christmas electronics and too much Nickelodeon. We finally got E's room arranged to her liking, but still need to find drawer pulls for her funky little desk (it's nearly impossible to find hardware with a 2 1/2" offset, lemme tell ya). We moved the huge dresser into Ben's room (he doesn't need a desk yet, right?) and in the process created a cozy little reading corner for E complete with her butterfly chair and lots and lots of Webkinz.

Speaking of Webkinz, one of the gifts E received this year was a certificate to Angie's Kid Zone from Aunt Mi. It's an AWESOME little toy store in Valley Junction, owned by the parents of one of Sam's preschool classmates. (Shop local, people!) E chose a unicorn for her cousin, Rachel (she gets all that giving stuff from her Grandpa Tom), a baby seal and a triggerfish. Sam picked up a bottlenosed dolphin, and Ben chose a Siamese cat. On the way home, the kids all chose names for their new pets: baby seal is Snowy, triggerfish is Shooter, bottlenosed dolphin is Flipper, and Siamese Cat is, well, SIAMESE CAT.

Sam and I have been reading "The New Essential Chronology of Star Wars". I know WAAAAAYYYY too much about the history of the Republic, even more than the Grand Poobah of "Star Wars", Joel himself. I can't believe that a six-year-old has the attention span to listen to Mom drone on about Nomi Skyrider and Darth Sidious (yeah, I can throw down the names), but Sam is absolutely entranced.

We spent New Year's Eve with our friends, the Grobs. Beth said that she and Chuck were sitting around last year wondering if anyone else celebrated New Year's in such a lame manner, and she thought of us right away. Compliment? Didn't think so. But the kids all played Wii and stuffed themselves full of snacks until the ball dropped at 11 P.M. CST.

Ryan Seacrest is no Dick Clark. But Dick Clark isn't even Dick Clark anymore. :(

OK, since I committed myself to this thing, I oughtta actually take a picture or two today. Maybe I'll fudge a little to catch up on yesterday. Shhhhhh, don't tattle!