Amidst Braden's squawks and Avery's "momma! momma! momma!" I scurried from room to room, gathering laundry so I could maybe see one of my accomplishments today.
Something caught my attention; it was a faint "rriiiiiiippppp." Not the excited RIIIP of someone tearing into an ever so sought after present, but a slow, meticulous tear of someone not quite sure of their boundaries.
I tiptoed into the living room, sure of what I was going to find. There Avery stood, opening a present from under the tree.
Who knew someone could jump so high from a whispered, "psst."
After an explanation and a tricky puzzle of tape and wrapping paper, we continued on with our day.
The good news: It was a present for me.
The bad news: The box was marked "5,000 white envelopes."