Are we there yet?

The twins had a very happy Christmas and we're treated well by Santa and by all of their relatives. As usual they have more stuff than they know what to do with, so their detritus ends up all over the floor in the family room, the kitchen, under the tree in the living room, in Tessa's room, in Adam's room, in Mommy and Daddy's room...well, you get the idea. For Daddy and Mommy, any journey across the room turns out to be the navigation of a minefield of molded plastic. A small price to pay for our children's happiness, right?

We took several trips out to my ancestral homeland (Bowie, that is.) On Christmas Day, the phrase "Are we there yet?" was used for the first time by the twins. Something tells me that it won't be the last.