After the nerf BuzzBlaster has lost its balls and the mom has lost her patience with the buzzing?

After the tree has been untrimed and the decorations placed in the crawl spaces for a year of silent solitude?

After the last piece of fudge has secured itself to your hips?

After all the batteries have died, and the games have been played, only one item remains.  The rubber band ball. Oh the joys the boys have received from this blessed item. They bought it with Christmas Monies from Grandpa. They have used it support forts, create necklaces, secure remotes to their beds, they have tangled the rubber bands to form a sort of yo yo that constantly thuds and bounces off the floor.  Jon used his today as an egg shaker sort of percussion instrument in church. I thought it was inventive.  The lady sitting behind us seemed to be glaring. I guess its only cute when its your kid.

Today was Balloons.  They got a huge package of them, also the Grandpa money thing. Nate braved the spiders and got the racquetball rackets out of the dungeon so the brothers could play balloon tennis/bad mitten downstairs. He’s gone through several (3) bags of balloons this week.  Back to the rubber bands, they tied the bands to the balloons for punch balls.

Maybe next year we can bank our December monies, and pass out paperclips and pipe cleaners. . . . .