Home sweet home
There’s no place like home.
And I didn’t even have to click my heels together 3 times to get here.
We’re home. That’s such a nice sentence. We spent 10 fun, but tiring, days at my parents’ house, and it feels so nice to be home again. I missed my cats. I missed my bed. And I even missed regular meals with vegetables. Holidays are great fun, but we always eat badly – in the very best, most delicious way. You know what I mean?
Our kids got us up at 5 a.m. Christmas morning and tore through all their presents in no time. With 16 of us opening gifts, there was an enormous pile of torn wrapping paper and presents all over the place. (Bea and I are gonna work on greening up that part of our Christmas for next year!) I’m happy to say I made out pretty well too. Guess what I got? My very own light box! I’m so excited to try it out!. I also got a new food processor to replace my 17-year-old one, and a fun baking pan that bakes in square shapes. Yea me!
There were some silly moments. Some friendly competitions. A few temper tantrums – none by me. Claudia lost her two front teeth. (That was rather dramatic, to say the least. But, boy, does she look cuter than heck with her new toothless grin.) There was a little day-after-Christmas shopping for me and my sisters. A trip to the movies to see The Princess and the Frog. And it seems as though I kinda hit on my brother-in-law. (Yes, Matt, you look handsome without the beard. Take it any way you want.)
We all rocked out on Lego Rock Band, which was a hoot. Imagine a lot of out-of-key singing and some very unmusical people trying to keep the rhythm on guitar and drums. And if the Supergrass song, Grace, doesn’t stop running through my head, I am really gonna lose it. Who the heck is Grace and why does she have to save her money for the children anyway?! (This video’s for you, Bea!)