Holiday review
I'm back!
Sorry I haven't posted anything. I'd like to tell you it's because I was doing something exciting, or was somewhere exotic. I can't even tell you I was busy revelling with family and friends. Nope, I was just too busy doing nothing to blog.
Ah, sweet nothing.
Can I tell you a secret? In the last three nights I've averaged nine hours of sleep. That's AVERAGE, mind you. Contrast that to the week before Christmas, when I was averaging around six hours sleep. This morning when my alarm went off at a quarter to six, I was so deeply perplexed by the sound of the radio waking me up I had to stop and think about what it was. My boys have had me up before the alarm for probably the entire month of December.
What's behind this copious amount of slumber time? I have no idea. Simon is still waking a couple of times a night looking for his soother, but for whatever reason they've started to creep toward dawn with their morning wake-ups, and whatever the reason I'm happy with the results.
So, did you have a nice holiday? (I am using the past tense because I am one of the five civil servants in the entire national capital region who are actually at work today.) We had a lovely, truly lovely, family Christmas. My brother and his wife were over with my adorable one-year-old son Noah, and my cousin and his mom, his wife and their four-year-old came by on Christmas Eve, along with my parents. That's my entire side of the family, all in one house. It doesn't happen often, but I am thrilled when it does.
It was that happy, noisy kind of pandemonium that I love. The boys were wired, the grown-ups were chatting, the salmon and cream-cheese ring and peppercorn chevre were delicious. I love my family, I really do.
The boys loved their Christmas presents. Tristan was so cute; as he opened every gift his voice lifted about two octaves as he said, "WOW! It's the most best Christmas present I ever got that I always wanted!" Simon said, "Pretty neat" and "Coo-ooo-ool!" every time he saw something being opened. The Wiggles and Thomas the Tank Engine were the heroes of the day. That, and GeoTrax and the Little People ABC Zoo were the big hits. And we played about an hour of Hullabaloo yesterday - highly recommended for the preschool set. Although Simon didn't quite understand the concept, he did love running around in between us just because he could.
You know what, I think it was one of the best Christmases ever. Not because of anything in particular that happened, but just because it was all good. There were no bad moments.
And there was sleep. Any time there are 11 hours of sleep in 24 hours has got to be good.
Any Christmas stories to share? C'mon, somebody has to be out there to keep me company today!
Sorry I haven't posted anything. I'd like to tell you it's because I was doing something exciting, or was somewhere exotic. I can't even tell you I was busy revelling with family and friends. Nope, I was just too busy doing nothing to blog.
Ah, sweet nothing.
Can I tell you a secret? In the last three nights I've averaged nine hours of sleep. That's AVERAGE, mind you. Contrast that to the week before Christmas, when I was averaging around six hours sleep. This morning when my alarm went off at a quarter to six, I was so deeply perplexed by the sound of the radio waking me up I had to stop and think about what it was. My boys have had me up before the alarm for probably the entire month of December.
What's behind this copious amount of slumber time? I have no idea. Simon is still waking a couple of times a night looking for his soother, but for whatever reason they've started to creep toward dawn with their morning wake-ups, and whatever the reason I'm happy with the results.
So, did you have a nice holiday? (I am using the past tense because I am one of the five civil servants in the entire national capital region who are actually at work today.) We had a lovely, truly lovely, family Christmas. My brother and his wife were over with my adorable one-year-old son Noah, and my cousin and his mom, his wife and their four-year-old came by on Christmas Eve, along with my parents. That's my entire side of the family, all in one house. It doesn't happen often, but I am thrilled when it does.
It was that happy, noisy kind of pandemonium that I love. The boys were wired, the grown-ups were chatting, the salmon and cream-cheese ring and peppercorn chevre were delicious. I love my family, I really do.
The boys loved their Christmas presents. Tristan was so cute; as he opened every gift his voice lifted about two octaves as he said, "WOW! It's the most best Christmas present I ever got that I always wanted!" Simon said, "Pretty neat" and "Coo-ooo-ool!" every time he saw something being opened. The Wiggles and Thomas the Tank Engine were the heroes of the day. That, and GeoTrax and the Little People ABC Zoo were the big hits. And we played about an hour of Hullabaloo yesterday - highly recommended for the preschool set. Although Simon didn't quite understand the concept, he did love running around in between us just because he could.
You know what, I think it was one of the best Christmases ever. Not because of anything in particular that happened, but just because it was all good. There were no bad moments.
And there was sleep. Any time there are 11 hours of sleep in 24 hours has got to be good.
Any Christmas stories to share? C'mon, somebody has to be out there to keep me company today!
Said DaniGirl at 7:35 a.m. #
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