catch-up on a rainy twenty-sixth
So, seeing as it’s the day after Christmas, I suppose some sort of update is in order; just a little bit of flavor of our holiday experience, if you will.
I was awakened Christmas morning by the dulcet tones of my wife’s voice, intoning “Hon, can you wipe the poop off of the baby while I find the bleach spray?”; not the most auspicious start, though it got better.
We cooked bacon. We built with Lego bricks. We attempted to hunt for treasure in the neighborhood using satellite technology, and we would have found it, too, had I gotten the Latitude/Longitude co-ordinates entered correctly (my typo put the “X” at the edge of my back yard. In reality, it’s about a mile into town). We dressed up dolls.
Then there was 90s Karaoke. And little sackcloth poppets clambering over cardboard obstacles to really catchy music. New shoes were broken in.
Then a feast of roast fowl, some baby-fish watching, and to bed….my own bed, which could possibly be the best present of all.
I hope everybody reading this had a nice day.
