holy shit where’d the time go?

It went to my toddler and my new full time job, that’s where. Hard to believe I haven’t posted since Halloween. But there you have it. Have job, must work. For the fam, though, I must keep up some semblance of domesticity, and so here you go, our Christmas pictures. I really did have hopes of professional family photos for the Holidays, but I’m just not that woman. And those “this is what we did this year” letters that families send out every year? You know, the homemade “newsletters” with clipart and all? No way. I wish I could say I’ve done that — but I didn’t and probably never will. Behold, the closest thing anybody will get to a family photo-card:

Bump, meet Elmo. It’s okay . . . he’s only singing.

Oh, and the pizza he’s carrying? Yeah, he sings too.

At this point I began to wonder what Bump was thinking.

I’m thinking the singing pizza was a bit too much . . .

Overall a subdued and uneventful Christmas morning, somewhat bittersweet because I knew I had to leave for Chicago the next day. In general, though, a perfect day with no surprises. We had left-overs for dinner, watched some NBA, and hung around the house like a bunch of lazy cats. That’s what it’s all about (or should be). While I’ll admit I’m looking forward to Bump discovering the thrill of Christmas, I utterly enjoyed (and certainly don’t take for granted) the sheer simplicity of this phase. Seriously — he was more intrigued by the wrapping paper than the consumer goods inside. Merry, merry Christmas indeed.