There were fractious, querulous beings in our household this weekend.
Small people completely outraged that winter break was coming to an end after only two weeks.
They expressed their grievances by endlessly bickering with and picking on each other.
For the first time ever, I understood that line from "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas."
Yes, indeed, mom at least could hardly wait for school to start again (even if it means a return to making lunches and enforcing bedtimes and policing homework).
Santa Claus made the probably ill-advised decision of gifting the two youngest members of the household with electronic devices.
All arbitrary and toothless limits went out the window as soon as they were declared.
Until, looking up Sunday morning, I noticed two glazed faces completely hypnotized by a week straight of Stampy Someone-or-other's Minecraft Youtube videos.
The devices found their way to a hiding place--where they will spend Monday through Friday and all but one hour on the weekends--and, amid much wailing and gnashing of teeth, the two screen zombies bundled up and out into the snow.
To have fun. Real, actual, physical fun.
Later, we made snow ice cream with eggnog and played cards and Pictionary and worked on a puzzle and read a chapter from the book we've been neglecting all holiday season. And it was good.
*I realized this weekend that I will never be any better at ice skating than I am now, which is no better than I ever have been, which is not very good. I think this is the definition of growing old.
**Standing on perfectly clear ice in your stocking feet feels like walking on water.
***I tried out an old high school photography class technique of panning a moving object on a slow shutter speed but didn't quite pull it off (the moving object is supposed to be in focus with a blurred background). Anyone know the secret to that technique?