It's over. The kids are in bed, twitching from their sugar highs, the leftovers are put away, the washer and dryer are working hard to get the snow gear ready for the next outting, and Brandon is gone.
That's right, after all the convincing I had to do so the kids could have him for Christmas, he made it and we had a very pleasant 25 hour stint. In fact, there was a lot of great moments. Like when he let me drive his car over to the storage unit across town. It was like sitting in a go cart and with the plows leaving 18 inch mounds of snow on the side of the road, I felt very much like one of the Dukes of Hazzard trying to get into the parking lot there. We had to back up 50 feet to get a running start, crashed into the snow (luckily he's got studded tires), lost contact on all four tires and had our momentum carry us over into the parking lot. All this for a snow shovel.
After we got home he shoveled himself a space so he wouldn't get stuck and then dug out half of the van which got stuck the night before. Our neighbor came out and finished the snow removal part of the job. Brandon also dug out a path in the sidewalk for us which was a great present! You can't get that at Wal-Mart!!
We took the kids sledding with some friends this afternoon/evening, fed them apple pie (which I made and was AWESOME, thanks for the help, Val!) and hot cocoa with marshmallows in case they had worn off some of their stocking sugar whilst sledding.
I have tons of pictures, I will have to post some at a later time. Right now, I'm going to relax and enjoy the last 3 and a half hours of Christmas glow there is.