Seasonal package tally

Previous to this week:

1 package, wrapped gifts, from MIL and FIL
1 package, not Christmas-related (containing small oriental rugs, which mr. flea informs me were the indirect cause of his grandmother's death, but are still cute), from SIL
1 package, gifts wrapped by Amazon, from father

This week:
Monday: Harry and David thingy, from Mother
Wednesday: gifts wrapped by Amazon, from Grandfather & wife
Thursday: UPS rings bell at 6:30, cheery guy offers to leave packages on porch, which is wise, because one of them advertises its contents very clearly even to non-reading children. Total 2 large boxes from Mother, moved from porch to basement after children are in bed, we are ordered not to open.
Friday: USPS brings Amazon order (mine), box addressed to mr. flea from Nutty, and (drumroll)

LARGE box from my brother, containing wrapped presents! For us!

I did send him something after all, and emailed him to let him know it was coming, and he replied that this box was coming, so I didn't fall down in a faint when I saw it. Our cynicism is such that mr. flea commented, "Maybe that new roommate is a good influence on him."

Packages yet expected:
SIL (Amazon)
White Flower Farm (my order)
at least 4 more from Mother/Sister (not sure who sent which; there was cooperation here).

All unopened boxes AND all wrapped presents are in the basement. I'm not sure which child I trust less, the inquisitive 17 month old or the sneaky-pants 4 year old.

Did I mention I suggested to relatives that we have a minimalist Christmas, because we are too cluttered with stuff?

Since the previous post:

1. Dillo deposited one of mr. flea's shoes in the bathtub (full of water and Casper). Luckily it was a Keen, so should be okay.

2. Dillo unravelled the whole roll of toilet paper. Again.

3. Both of these things occurred while we were both right there, and yet we couldn't stop them for happening.

4. Casper appears to have discovered masturbation.

5. Casper ran around the house shreiking, naked except for a Santa hat. (Also, this afternoon she asked me to put on some "rock and roll." I was hard-pressed; what do the kids call rock and roll these days?)

I tell ya, kids, they're a never-ending party...