Not caught up, not by a long shot, but still, we're getting there.
It was a lovely Christmas this year. Two services on Friday evening - a packed family-focused service at 5pm, and a more solemn communion service at 9pm. Asa and Mommy went home for the latter, but we did manage to go out and have a lovely dinner with Helen between the first service and Asa's bedtime. I just wish I'd caught a picture of Asa and Helen snuggling and chatting after dinner, although images probably couldn't capture the little love affair going on.
I did capture his outfit for church, though:
After the second service, I headed home so that M. and I could engage, for the first time, in that parental ritual of putting together a kid's Christmas present late on Christmas Eve night. In our case, it was a rocking moose - an Ikea special. It's very cute, and small enough for our little Bean, which is good because it came
without instructions. As I left church, I called home so that M. could know when I'd be home. The conversation went like this:
Me: On my way!
Her: I have good news and bad news.
Me: Oh?
Her: No instructions. None.
Me: ***beeeeep***
Her: But I think I have it figured out.
Me: You rock my world.
To her credit, she only groaned a little at the really bad pun.
We did get it put together with only one minor glitch. And on Christmas morning...
But this was not Asa's only means of rocking.
Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum!!
Unwrapping was a special joy, of course. More than anything else, Asa was thrilled with the sheer amount of tissue paper around him.
Late in the afternoon, we went to see cousins, who treated us to a fabulous dinner. Asa and Riley got to renew their friendship, and shared bites of carrot and turkey between their trays.
It was a sweet, relaxed day, with phone calls and skype sessions with friends and family, and just enough under the tree to feel really blessed.