We're currently considering our options, which right now looks a whole lot like me reading Bunnies!!! over and over again. (Which, don't get me wrong- I do love that book, but I made the mistake of giving the monster a Very Specific Voice, and it does wear on my throat.)
Suddenly, Isis's head comes up- and then there's a knock at the door, the sort of knock that means Something Interesting on the front porch. Perhaps the book I ordered for my mom over a week ago? Isis lets loose her snarling "big girl voice" and charges for the window, following it up with agitated whining, just in case we missed the frantic-scrambling-sounds of the mailman diving for safety.
I grab her collar, open the door (yell, "Thank you!" to the poor man) and look down to discover that it's not for my mom- it's from her! Hooray! Mom has rescued us from our burgeoning boredom by delivering up the unadulterated joy of diving into a large package full of gifts and goodies!
|Okay let's do this!|
|The first level: full of tissue-wrapped, "It's okay to tear into them RIGHT NOW" parcels.|
|Level two: now we come to the Real Deal. These are Presents for Under the Tree, people.|
|(and edible goodies, both home-baked and bought-from-the-German-deli)|
|Neeps, of course, is THRILLED that Oma sent him a package of tissue paper to destroy.|
|And a box to sit in.|
|No, Neeps! I won't ship you back to Oma!|