We were happy to share Little Cuter and SIR with his family, though we missed her reading The Night Before Christmas last night.
Using pre-printed holiday boxes leaves a much neater living room on Christmas morning, although they present fewer opportunities for ridiculous wrapping by the boys of the family and thus fewer opportunities for giggles by the girl(s).
Holiday breakfasts of multi-grain french toast and crispy bacon are things of the past. My guys heated up a frozen pizza and were quite pleased with themselves.
G'ma enjoys gifting more than anyone I have ever known. The 25 decorated candy canes for the caregivers at the pod castle were dispensed with such glee, such joy, such love and connection that I had a hard time not tearing up.
Asking for something you'd like to see me wear results in a full day of "Doesn't she look great?!" This is a prompt I will remember for next year and anon.
Hoarding empty boxes for the might-someday-be-purchased-gift-of-an-unusual-size results in a full cedar chest and much aggravation. Recycling them (thanks JannyLou and Fast Eddie for the use of your container) takes up a lot of space for Waste Management, but makes the storage chest a much more pleasant place.
Socks are wonderful gifts, but polka dot socks do not go well with polka dot sneakers. Yes, I made myself pink polka dot sneakers. I'm just that kind of a girl.
Finally, because the season and a bottle of wine (thank you, Rillito Nursery) has addled my brain, I stop typing and leave you with this picture of my girl and her nephew-to-be. To me, this is what the holiday is all about - birth, love, family, children and love.