Boxing Day...The Aftermath!

It's Boxing Day, and all of the babies toys that we sorted out on Monday must now be taken to the Salvation Army and donated.

Yes, I know we aren't British, but we might as well follow through with tradition, seeing as we have this rather large garbage bag full of toys in the garage, blocking the walkway!

Today, we will all find out how the aftermath of Christmas affects my little people.

This morning, Kaiden IMMEDIATELY ran for his tricycle and climbed up onto it to ensure that NOBODY else could touch it.

Kian attached himself to his Backyardigan Circus toy and began setting up his little circus performer people for a Big Top performance.

Vivienne just looked at her charges, sighed, grabbed a bottle for each hand, and went to work caring for the new brood that has taken up residence in front of the fire place.

I think she may be almost done feeding everyone, but I cannot be certain! She hasn't even noticed that some of them have gravitated to the play corner yet!

All of the boxes are now out on the street in the trash pile. Both trash bins are overflowing as well.

Our trash pile looks like something that might be found behind a major retail store or something, it's so large!

The trampoline is currently still in its carton on our back porch. Husband has very valiantly decided to attempt assembly by clamp-light after work each evening.

The assembly of the trampoline should make for an interesting tale once it is said and done!

Bregon finally managed to figure out how to free his keyboard from the very large, very tall box that it came in.

He wasn't thinking all that much, so he set it up on the homework table in the living room.

This is the very same table that Kaiden so nimbly can climb in spite of the chair that is over there being much to close to the wall for him to actually fit up into it!

No matter, I suppose, since he cannot get off of the tricycle without running risk of someone else attempting to give it a go.

He sits there and stares longingly at his two new trucks- one a shiny yellow dump truck just screaming to be filled with blocks, another is a car transport truck complete with ramps for loading and three little interchangeable race cars for it to carry!

He would love to try those new trucks out, but he just cannot bring himself to relinquish the tricycle just yet.

Eek. One of the triplets just found Bregon's Burp-o-matic and is apparently chewing on it from the rapid assortment of sounds that it is emitting.

It would appear that Kian is attempting to burp his ABC's 'cept that I know better. He doesn't even KNOW them yet!

But the Burp-o-matic machine does, and it's currently burping away from between Kian's teeth.

Excuse me please, I must go and try to salvage some of Bregon's rather exposed and infiltrated Christmas presents.

I suppose he is going to find that he has learned the hard way not to leave ANYTHING out where the little people can get it!