This is the super cool advent cabin my mother sent the kids for Christmas.
This is the dialogue that takes place every time we go to open one of the doors…
“No, not that one.
PJ it is Little Dude’s turn.
If you don’t listen I am putting it away.
Careful, careful, careful!
Hold-on, I’ll help.
I know it is hard.
Now, open it.
Don’t eat it.
No, don’t eat the wrap.
Please pick that wrap up and hand it to me.
What did you get?
Oh, I think it is a squirrel.
Don’t eat it.
Take it out of your mouth.
You get your turn tomorrow.
Okay, I am putting it away.
Where did the squirrel go?”
This is where we are keeping the Advent Cabin. You can’t tell because I am still Living in Telephoto but it is on top of a speaker, on top of a armoire. I have to stand on my tiptoes to reach it.
This is where the animals are kept after they have been released from their trap doors. PJ can actually reach them. Little Dude can too if he really tries. But they are dumped so unceremoniously and as far out of eyesight as possible. So, for the most part the kids are leaving them alone.
A close up.
What they might look like in future years when they are actually age-appropriate for my kids.
So, did you notice the wolf and the chipmunk are the same size? And the bunny rabbit towers over the black-and-white grizzly bear? Yep, it is a brain like mine that can take all the fun out of Christmas.
* this is the first in a series of Bah, Humbug posts. Coming soon, A Christmas Compromise and Tis’ Better To Give Than Receive