It seems like we were just celebrating Thanksgiving and, in a blink, we're nine days into December.
And it's been a busy nine days.
The trees have been purchased and are up and decorated.
Our Elves on the Shelf, Eloise and McKenna, are back from the North Pole and busy hiding and making mischief.
The advent calendars are being opened nightly. There is a sleigh in our front yard. The garlands have been hung and the decorations are out.
We've had parties too.
I was in charge of a gingerbread house party for 140 people and a cookie exchange for the teachers at the girls' school -- 66 parents made more than 3,500 homemade cookies that the teachers boxed up and took home.
And yesterday was the girls' annual gingerbread house party. Twenty-five little girls decorated houses, made snow globes, ate cupcakes and played hide-and-seek in our house. It was a fun, glittery, loud, wonderful morning.
In between all the merry-making, we've also had two cases of pneumonia and one ruptured ear drum.
Those weren't part of the holiday plan.
I slept for 12 hours last night -- more than I slept the prior two nights combined.
Making all this merry is exhausting but I wouldn't have it any other way.