Usually, if you have kids, there’s the one present that makes you cry. It hits that hidden zing place deep in our hearts. Our kids have figured this out, and vie for the Heavyweight Cry Present Championship. It’s hilarious. Once we stop crying.
This year, in a shocking upset, Shaun managed an underdog coup:
It actually said on the glass makers tag: Palomino Shetland pony. Sniffle. Sniff.
I may never take the tree down.
I was able to get on and off Hudson without incident, and stay securely onboard for the time between the two. I may need to get some PT for the leg. That’s okay. It went fine!
It’s likely to be quiet on TLH for another week. Shaun is picking Great Grandpa up at the airport, and I will be doing a lot of cooking. (Not followed by any telltale bings).
Chocolate cream pie, check. Not as hard as I thought.
Cookies, oh drat!
Where’s my coat? Do we have chocolate chips??
(I hope your holidays were lovely, full of everything you could wish!)