Post Christmas Trauma...

As if taking down the Christmas decorations wasn't upsetting enough to our children...Chowder decided he needed to dismember their dear, beloved Christmas tree right before their very eyes. In the living room.



So, we are partially cleaned up. The tree is down. Now to pack up all those cursed little knick knacks my mother insists on continuing to load on top of us. At least, if we end up in another town she will never know if leave them all in their boxes. and of course there are always a few boxes that get lost in every move...