Merry Christmas.
We opened presents at my sister's at 6a, slept some, came over to the hospital around noon. They all went back home, and I'm hanging here through dinner, then back. Am so sleepy. Had fun opening my Mom's to and from stuff here. She is doing great, and word is she may be able to go home tomorrow with an oral regimen. That would be awesome.
Love all the pix people are sharing here, FB, etc. Ah, the modern era.
We had deer come and visit us in my sister's back yard for Christmas.
I'll post more when I'm off the iPhone, but our Christmas included a little boy jumping out of his skin with delight at being confronted with five Ryans, and a rainbow over the jetty. It was a very good Christmas.
Finally talked with my dad. Not sure why it was so hard to connect with him before now but we had a good talk. He got our present to him and his wife and apparently our presents are still in the mail.
Kids are still gone. Was hoping they would get back earlier enough that we could go to the movies.
Just back from the Sherlock Holmes movie.
Stephen Fry
as Mycroft! How wonderful! And poor Mary Watson being confronted by that over the morning tea.
Not as good as the first one, granted, but a great deal of fun nonetheless. And lots of hoyay.
Fingers crossed for your mother, Jen. I'm off to visit my grandmother in the hospital.
Owen saw the Sarah McLaughlin ASPCA commercial and started crying today. He told me, "We need to make a donation to help lonely animals!"
Uftda. I assured him we donate to our local shelter to help. Poor noodle has zero emotional filters.
Nothing says holiday like having to steer your father away from telling your daughter that Santa doesn't exist. Twice.
Oh, family.
(She's coming to her own conclusions, but still loves the mystery. And we want it to be her conclusion. And I'm just trying to think nice thoughts right now. It was going pretty nicely until dinner.)
Mom is now playing Angry Birds on Sara's iPod and Dad has stolen my Kindle. The kids are playing Wii Golf, and one of the cats is sleeping in the middle of it all. And Stephen's gougeres came out so magnificently, I took a picture of them.
It's been a A Very Good Day.