I confess, I feared that "project homemade Christmas" would blow up in my face. That my children would open the gifts that I lovingly made for them (in case they grow up and read this) and wail. THESE AREN'T PRESENTS. THESE ARE HOMEMADE! My fears were unfounded, and Christmas was especially special, and the things I made were treasures to them. Phew!
*huge sigh of relief*
They look a little different now. Pollywagalina is so beloved that she has already been puked on. So I had to pull out all her old hair and give her a new do.
Little Buddy has lost his collar and an arm. But you should see the other guy. Little Buddy isn't afraid of ANYONE. Not Uncle Ryan, not Daddy...not the scary parts of Robin Hood. Nuthin'. He'll be having reconstructive surgery this afternoon to reattach a limb. Then look out for that left hook.
I think now would be a good time to start Project homemade Christmas 2008. I'll keep you posted with all the new developments.