It’s Christmas and I’m having a wonderful time. We kept it relaxed this year and didn’t host or visit with anyone. After the illness we’ve gone through the last few months, we aren’t taking any chances on airplanes and are enjoying the decadence of our own company. The only visiting we did was through skype and phone call. The photo above is of my brother opening up his stocking while in the corner, Eliza is playing with her dollhouse.
We opened gifts gradually. Each time a family member skyped or called, we opened. It was certainly not orchestrated that way – it just happened. The kids opened their gifts and had the time to examine and play with them instead of the frantic devouring I remember as a child. I think it stemmed from the dinner table and being one among five. Who knows. It doesn’t matter.
Wonderful and decadent.
We are still having a wonderful holiday, actually. I’m really loving this time with everyone. Dickson had to work today and will tomorrow so it is just me, Franklin and Eliza – and no, I’m not ready to throw them to the neighbours. We are really having a blast. Perhaps because this kind of time together isn’t our usual routine? Perhaps because the whiskey fudge I made was extra heavy on the whiskey? Who knows. It doesn’t matter.
We are investigating everything we can get our hands on – strange kitchen utensils seemed to be the rage today.
We are taking long walks – Eliza got a tricycle for Christmas and Franklin received yet another light saber – the best one of all. It is not hard to gather everyone up to take advantage of the amazing sun. Today was spent more outside than in and their rosy cheeks made me thank the heavens (for the millionth time these last few weeks) for their health.
We are having long discussions. Once Eliza goes down for a nap, Franklin and I are having the coolest talks. For instance, his first memory? It was of Dickson accidentally kicking a Thomas train off of our old townhouse balcony. He was chuckling as he told this story to me. It seemed to be a nice memory, not because he wasn’t upset (he admitted that he remembered being scared for his train), but because of how fast Dickson ran down to get it and how interesting it looked to see his father, from way above, rescuing his train.
How cool is it to be a part of your child’s first memory!?!?
I love my family. I am blessed.