Doh!

New Year's Eve 2010.

Teenagers and toddlers co-mingling is a dangerous sport.

Shaw took a ball to the back of his head.

His forehead then had a close encounter with a ping pong table.

Luckily, after the swelling subsided a bit and his Rocky profile was reduced by half, we realized that nothing was broken, no stitches were required and that no trips to the emergency room were needed.

Our first miracle of the new year.

After spending the night at the Turner's and perfecting our Beatles Rock Band skills,  we came home today and successfully packed and put away all of the Christmas decorations in one evening.

Our second miracle of the new year.

But I realized something.  Right there in the middle of packing away the Santa's and stockings and shepherds.  I stopped dead in my tracks...my mind's memory file sputtering out unplanned thoughts.

Because Jeff and I were half-baked with sugar this holiday season and because we were determined that child #3 would not foil another Christmas surprise, we accidentally forgot to give Shaw one of his Christmas gifts.  

Dumb, I know.

That's what happens when you're an overachiever and start hiding gifts too well.

As in too well that you, yourself, can't even find them.

Somehow, my memory was hidden under the blankets and shoved to the back of the cupboard along with Shaw's Racin' Ramps Garage.

So, Shaw, with nose bulging, beaten, and battered, received a surprise and almost forgotten gift on New Year's Day.

Hopefully, this sets the tone for the rest of 2010.  

Buried treasures.