Christmas seemed quiet up until about 1 o'clock Christmas Day. My kids were with their dad from their last day of school on Friday. We spent the time wrapping gifts and enjoying sleeping in. On Christmas Eve SG went to the airport in Spokane to pick his son Josh up at the airport.
We've had Josh's dog Kylie for a few months now while he transitioned from Arizona to Florida for the first part of Navy flight school. He's ready to take her home now, and Christmas was a great opportunity to come get his dog and spend some time with his dad and his extended family here in Washington.
Christmas Day we slept in, had a lazy breakfast and pretty much hung out until the kids finally showed up about 1:00. Then the fun really started.
They tore through their presents by 1:15 and were busy playing with their toys before the minute hand hit the 30 minute mark.
Once we could tear them away from the video console, we joined SG's family for Christmas dinner. The wine and the conversation were excellent. SG carved the turkey, escaping with only one sliced finger. Why do people insist on trusting my husband to handle sharp objects? Don't they know any better?
The kids and their cousins made a snowman in the park.
It was a damn fine Christmas.
By contrast, New Year's Eve was extemely quiet.
Josh flew home that day, taking Kylie with him. Roscoe misses her. We told the kids they could stay up until midnight. That would have been great, except the adults couldn't make it that long. They're still mad at me.
We're still enjoying the quiet around here. Its the third of January and my tree and outside lights are still up.
Don't judge. Happy New Year!