Noel

Christmas Eve was quite a day of morning church, evening church, and opening presents at Grandma’s house in between. We got home late, made a spaghetti dinner, and then stayed up watching the kids destroy each other in Gang Beasts.

As you do on the night celebrating peace on earth.

Caleb received more than a few train cars at Grandma’s house, as well as an R/C car that Jed and Caleb discovered has acceleration too powerful to successfully pull the magnetic train.

On Christmas morning the kids played contentedly with their stuff (and fed their bunny clientele) until it was pushing 10:00, at which time they formed a conspiracy to wake up their last remaining parent.

The conspiracy plan involved a guitar, a ukulele, and a remote control car capable of doing 30mph.

No fool he, Jason heard them coming and stuffed pillows in the bed à la Ferris Bueller and hid in the bathroom. The band played on anyway.

The girls gave Caleb a painfully boring-looking 544-page book with tiny print entitled The Box (“the first comprehensive history of the shipping container”) that Caleb got really excited about.

Within five minutes he was telling us shipping container facts that none of us ever wanted to know.

Today, three days later, he’s halfway through the book. Did I mention it’s 544 pages of tiny print and no pictures? And it’s a history of the box?

A history of bridges and a copy of The Way Things Work, and Caleb was swooning.

Ada got Jason a set of tiny Super Mario Brothers magnets for his office.

Lizzy got Ada tons of pairs of earrings.

Buck got a bunch of tissue paper behind the walls of his cage.

Lizzy got hair tinsel from Ada.

Ada got gas cards, in hopes of her passing her driving test next week…

Every morning this week since Christmas, Lizzy has fed her bunny friends and we’ve spent a ton of time luxuriating on the new couch.

Merry Christmas!