Friday, December 31, 2010

Resolutions









Left my camera at Poppy and Grandma's.


Cheese fondue.

Potato knishes.

Champagne and sparkling cider.

Candy Cane Joe-Joe ice cream in front of the fire.

Dubbadad made a resolution too, but it was so sweet and just for me, so it's not here.

For some reason, my resolution would not burn.

Would not.

After I took that last photo, the paper -- for reals! -- leaped off the log and lay, unburned on the hearth. When I went to light it with a match -- I kid you not -- the match went out.

I think maybe I really had "better listen"...

Universe? I'm all ears this year!

(I finally shoved it under a log and it burnt to a crisp.)

It's after ten now, and Aliza is watching Inspector Gadget in the living room with Dubbadad. Ander is waiting none-so-patiently for me to log off so he can watch Doctor Who and get on with his resolution.

..........

Oh, and Ander theorized that my resolution not burning is somehow like the Doctor's psychic paper shorting out when he tries to pass himself off as a "responsible adult" -- somehow my resolving to be a better listener is just unrealistic and not do-able... Niiiiiice...

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas Day 2010






I had the wrong lens on the camera, hence the photo record is a bit sparse this year.

Ander said that he heard a huge thump and footsteps in the living room in the middle of the night, and he thinks he may have even heard a scraping-whooshing sound on the roof a while later.

They woke up i n c r e d i b l y e a r l y.

So they watched part of this on the computer (thanks, jessica!!!).

After half an hour, we called Poppy and Grandma. I prepped the Dutch Baby. While Ander and Aliza waited (penned up in the hallway and Ander's room), they somewhat begrudgingly completed 24 silly-and-distracting time-burning tasks* they found stuffed into the pockets of the Advent Elf.

Above:
  • With the Elf, seconds before being set free
  • Bursting out of the hallway
  • Crumbs, dregs, no button, and where is the carrot bowl??? (it was on the front porch)
  • Post-stockings, and three gifts into the Grand Opening, Ander was content. Custom-made hat by the wonderful Tina of hitree on etsy.
Aliza said thank you after she opened each present-- and really meant it when it came to certain books -- but you could see she was checking off items from her letter to Santa in her head. She moved at a relentless, determined, task-driven pace, right up until she was presented with her last gift: a 'potion kit' (a sea-grass chest filled with tiny cork-stoppered glass vials and bottles, packets of extra-fine glitter, a mini mortar and pestle, rose water, and lavender bath salts).

She worked at her "potion table" (the ex-"nature table," in her room) -- pouring and pestle-ing and stirring -- for most of the afternoon.

Later, we watched the spectacular Doctor Who at the Proms concert on BBC America. Soon after a Dalek threatened to EX-TER-MIN-ATE the conductor, I saw Ander twitch -- he said he had just had an "awesomeness shudder."

Still later there was a roast beast dinner at Poppy and Grandma's, with egg nog ice cream and Grandma's fruit cake for dessert (which can make a fruit cake lover out of the most ardent fruit cake hater [me]).

I forgot the Christmas crackers. (I guess we'll use them at New Year's.)

At bedtime there was the inevitable post-Christmas "it's o-verrrrr" let-down. But we read new books, and snuggled in the dark, and looked forward to the next day's viewing of the Doctor Who Christmas Special.


* Tasks included singing "the Dreidel Song" while in candlestick position, pretending their pillows were giant marshmallows, drawing Santa Claus, and building elf-sized block towers. (In light of the recent Tummy Troubles, the directive to "spin around in circles until dizzy" was waived.)

Friday, December 24, 2010

Christmas Eve, Part 4: Winding Down




  • Gingerbread giraffes (baked at the Chicken Dude's cookie-baking party on Tuesday), a cup of milk, evidence returned to its rightful owner, nine baby carrots
  • Both in their fleece footy-pajamas: as he read to her, "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" came on the stereo...
More stories were read -- by me -- on the sofa.

Stockings were hung.

Aliza camped on folded quilts in Ander's room (she was rather worried about waking up when Santa was there, and her room is closest to the living room).

Dubbadad read "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" from his glowing iPad in Ander's darkened room.

Christmas Eve, Part 3: Hand-Made Gifts









Following the now-traditional Chinese take-out feast* on melamine snowman dishes...
  • Aliza's plaster strip fezes for Ander (and Mikey)
  • Ander's plaster strip cat mask for Aliza
  • Iron man snow globe by Aliza for Dubbadad
  • Gift bags
  • Sculpey-on-canvas "Dubba-Doi" plaque by Ander for Dubbadad
  • "Great Coffee Shortage" comic book by Ander and painted box by Aliza for meeeeeee
* Fortune-cookie fortunes included: "You and your spouse will be happy in your life together" (mine), "You will be in the best position" (Ander), "Prosperity is in your future" (Aliza) -- Dubbadad's was more of a compliment than a fortune, and so he tossed it out...

Christmas Eve, Part 2: Dubbadad Lead the Way Through the Fern Dell Whilst I Wrapped and Wrapped and Wrapped at Home







I wished I could have been in two places at once.

Christmas Eve, Part 1: Gift-Making, Village-Building, Bubble-Blowing












Thursday, December 23, 2010

Christmas Eve-Eve








  • Running last errands
  • Rediscovering the marble jar
  • Inventing marble transportation vehicles

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

A Bit of This, a Bit Too Much of That





  • These just haven't managed to be hung from the chandelier this year
  • The second stage of his gift for Aliza
  • The living room furniture has been re-oriented around the Christmas tree (which makes for awkward, over-the-back-of-the-sofa viewing of Imagination Movers...)