Merry, Merry

Christmas was good to us. Soft new snow, listening to Christmas music and eating our body weight in sugary sweets. Here are a few shots of our Christmas day:

The girl was thrilled to open her new horse stable. Her current grouping of equines were seriously neglected, so she's relieved to have a suitable shelter for them complete with mucking-out equipment as well as a new mare and foal to house there.

My youngster is frequently opposed to having his photo taken, which creates the appearance of general dissatisfaction with his new firehouse. He is, in fact, super excited about it. As a matter of fact, we're not surprised that he reported to his teacher today in church that we had suffered a serious house fire and he saved the day by notifying the fire department. His teacher approached E to inquire about our misfortune.

Wonderboy's new laser tag set led to a lot of running in the house, which I'm generally opposed to, but in the spirit of Christmas, I let . it . go. Yay me. A certain exuberant player (E) gouged the white door frame pictured here. I didn't freak out. Again, yay me.

E amazed us all by employing his recently developed wood working skills to build gifts for the kids. He built this doll bed for Miss S's American Girl doll. I made up some bedding and it's pretty stinking cute, truth be told.

He built Bubs a toy box deserving of its own zip code.


And for Wonderboy an adjustable set of stilts, which he is already quite adept at tottering around on.

I stupidly gave E a RC gyro helicopter. I haven't snapped any pictures of it, because when he's using it, I find myself fully occupied cringing and covering my head with my arms. Somehow, when I ordered it for him, the torment I would suffer didn't occur to me.

Lots of books, games, Legos, doll clothes, sweaters, a little jewelry here and there, grandma's thumbprint cookies delivered here and there, fudge, and plenty of Tabernacle Choir in the background. It was a very good day.

Merry Christmas!

Because, as he put it...

You just don't see a pirate who has crocheted his own eye patch every day.

Maybe a review of Luke 2 is in order

As church let out today, Bubs' teacher flagged me down. She explained that having brought a nativity set with the individual figures wrapped in paper, she asked the children to each choose and unwrap a figure and then explain what role the figure played in the birth of Jesus.

As Bubs unwrapped his nativity figure to reveal the wise man that happened to be depicted with darker skin than the others, his teacher asked who the man was.

Bubs shrugged and simply answered, "Obama".

. . .

And now (completely unrelated) for Grandpa and Grandma J, a photo of the girl in her new dress. It's good to have a grandma who has a fondness for Strasburg dresses.