Last day
About twenty minutes ago Henry crossed over the threshold of good humor and stepped squarely into its negative counterpart. We were decorating Thank You cards when we hit an insurmountable wall of angst owing to not having enough room for both a cat and lizard stamp. After talking it out with him didn't help, he dejectedly trudged up to his room to rest for an hour. Or two.
We're spending a quiet day at home. Well, Henry and I are. Dave and Holly are currently braving the wilds of an apparently jam-packed grocery store, gathering provisions for this evening (fondue! mini hot dogs!) and I'm using the unexpected alone time to download the 284 pictures we took over Christmas. We had a great week in Boston. On Christmas Eve we decorated a special cookie for Santa and made him lemonade. On Christmas morning, the first thing Henry said was that "Santa had eaten the WHOLE COOKIE!" and that he'd left his empty plate and cup on top of some presents. He was thrilled that his cookie had been appreciated by the Big Guy himself. The day after Christmas a major snowstorm hit and we spent the next two days cozied up inside, being lazy, eating, making snow volcanos, and playing with our presents. Frankly, I can't believe it's over and we're back home. Time sure has a way of flying by.
Earlier this morning, Henry and I had a quiet moment at the dining room table while Dave and Holly napped. He worked very hard at making confetti for this evening while I made the deviled eggs for lunch that he had requested yesterday. It was a nice moment to have on the last day of the year.
Happy New Year everyone!