baking :: more painting :: bowling (I won! Okay, one game) :: board games ("Chrononauts" is more complicated than I remembered) :: simple and delicious steak dinner :: Nigella's baby cakes :: Christmas Eve present and pyjama opening :: one too many episodes of The Simpsons :: one too many glasses of wine :: cinnamon rolls for Santa, sleeping pills for the kids.
Happy holidays, one and all!
My in-laws gave each of their grandchildren a ten dollar bill and asked them to perform an act of service with the money.
Even though Jesse thought it was kind of a dorky thing to do, with a little encouragement from me he decided to make cookies for his friends.
(His initial idea was to make cookies for our own family, but I convinced him that that didn't really constitute service.)
I am sooo proud of what a super boy he is.
What nobody knows is that I am the one who really benefited from all this -- I was able to kick everyone out of the kitchen, and spend one-on-one time with Jesse, helping him make the cookies.
And we only ruined one lot of ingredients :)
I say, "Bundle up, we're going for a walk in the cold,"
And without missing a single beat you say, "BUNDLING!"
And of course -- of course! -- you have to check the temperature of the water.
Because that's the kind of girl you've always been.
"You can see how excited he is!" you said, without a trace of sarcasm.
Jacques had other ideas however...
Is this what it feels like to have nothing to do and nowhere to be?
Yes, and I love it. I did not even stir until 10 am, and didn't do anything remotely resembling productive for a good hour beyond that.
Todd and Jesse went to see Avatar. I took Libby to a kids' yoga class. I also consumed approximately two pounds of sugar by the early evening. Oh, I went running for the first time since October. It snowed.
A perfectly satisfactory day.
My laptop wouldn't connect to the internet yesterday, hence no post. Which was just was well; not a great day,
including a final exam in Shakespeare capable of reducing capable people to tears.
GRE tomorrow = paroxysms of anxiety.
No, that's not a GRE vocabulary word.
Well, it might be. I wouldn't know. Despite all of my good intentions, I never did find time to study for it.
I did find time to have fun with Libby doing this though.
Priorities, you know?