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December is a quick month

 The chaos of the holidays is well worth it to me.  We have had crazy days here, but the results of that craziness are pure joy.  John and Lisa are in California with my newest niece Bryn, and I got to hold her to sleep twice. I love this baby.  I love to look at her and think about how my children and Lisa's children are physically related...not that shared blood makes this baby any more precious to me.
 We had a party, and took no pictures, except of the castle- before and after for you here.  Katie and Chris Bayer, Josh and Emily White, Tarrah and Matt Pritchett and Josh's White's brother Jared and his fiancee Doreen joined in this cavity-promoting tradition.

 And I looked at this baby some more.  I really can't imagine how she could get any cuter.  Or sweeter.  She's just a wonderful baby.  (And her mom?  I would live in the snow to be by her.)
 Today we listened to Daddy's Christmas devotion...
 And showed off our Christmas sock feet.  We did not change from our pajamas all day.  We had a wonderful day.
The funniest moment of the day came at the end when we were watching a movie and I was playing scrabble on the computer when I hear Jack next to me ask for something.  I turned to him and realized that he was actually asking one of his presents- giant Hulk fists- if he could have some of the foam "pills" that turn into animals and other shapes in water.
 "Can I have a green one?"

Tomorrow is more fun- the next week will be more fun, as long as it slows down a bit.   I'm going to spend a day and a half with my sister and my second-newest niece before they fly back East for all sorts of fun.  Hopefully we'll see John and Lisa again, and there is talk of a trip to Disneyland.  Now I need to go to bed.  Sleep is in high demand here at the Tate House.  Merry Christmas!!!


abigail said…
New Year's Resolution: tell Sarah how much you like it when she posts.

I like it when you post!

There. On to the rest...

I am always so impressed by your candied architecture. I wish someone would make ME one every Christmas Eve. Your children are lucky.

Also, I laughed at Miles' polite deference to the Hulk hands. I laughed like this:

abigail said…
I meant JACK.

Jack Fox, himself, one and the same.
Cumberland said…

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