At present the children are nestled all snug in their beds (I think?), but only the ladies of the house are actually asleep (The Wife snoozing on the couch, I think she's waiting for Santa), while I write this and The Boy is making tunnels and train tracks out of his bedspread for his new tiny trains. Both of these little ones are so excited for Christmas, and we didn't reenact the Nativity or anything, but we did watch it on YouTube and it seemed to leave an impression. Baby at least noticed the sheep and the random barking of a dog in the background (a thing which I myself have never noticed in the many dozens of times I have seen that movie).
Anyway, I am rambling now so I will just end this and say I'm glad for this little tradition, and I'm glad to have a blog even if it's only for me because otherwise I don't really document things in a journalish format anymore (Facebook and Instagram are well and fine but not the same) and it has been a handy and amusing resource over the years.
And now I will leave you with a look at the tree, which, now that it is REdecorated after being loved for a couple weeks and we have enough ornament hooks for our new silver and the presents are placed below, is looking happier. Tonight it was named Fleur. All in all, 100% Waffles-approved.
|(I'll spare you the picture I took right before this when he decided at just the right moment to clean himself and give the camera a nice flattering view of his never-you-mind.)|