We are finally home and unpacked with nothing on the calendar but hockey for the foreseeable, and that's lovely, too. I have no idea what day or time it is, and the first thing on my to-do list for tomorrow is to reorient myself to time.
We kicked things off with a Christmas Eve-Eve ugly sweater skate, where Dorothy was delighted to find that the skills she is learning in her gym class roller blading unit are paying off on the ice, too.
Awesome! A new place to stash his candy!
Harry was genuinely happy to see everything everyone unwrapped
General present hijinks
One quick pic of everyone in front of the tree
And then! THE UNWRAPPENING
We spent the whole day playing games, opening gifts, and just sort of lounging around. And of course toasting the whole package of sloth and greed and contentment.
We got up early the net day to go to my parents' house to do it all again and celebrate my dad's 71st birthday.
Cooper is totally crazy about the cursive writing book Santa brought him in his stocking, so he got right to work first thing.
Dorothy and her new doll that looks just like her. She first named the doll Hazel, but then the chaged it to Leshawna.
Jon modeling my dad's shoulder replacement surgery recovery chair