The best laid plans . . .
What we had anticipated: a traditional candlelight service on Christmas Eve, then some Santa-ing, to bed late, up early, back to church where we would be the nursery volunteers on Christmas Day, then to SIL's for brunch, then home to prepare dinner for 9 people, including a contingent of Jif's family.
What happened: A long wait at the pediatrician's office, where LG's throat was swabbed and it was determined that she has strep, to the pharmacy, lots of phone calls to cancel/postpone things, some Santa-ing, to bed late, up early, home in pajamas all day, monkey bread with coffee in the early a.m., huge Hillbillian brunch around 1 p.m., abandon plans to cook a "nice" Christmas dinner, afternoon naps, leftover Hillbillian brunch for dinner, playing Jenga and Clue, admiring LG's creations with her new fashion-design kit, watching bits and pieces of A Christmas Story, Ravens game on TV, asking Jif during evening TV-watching, "Is it really awful to be a little bit thankful that LG is sick?" Jif smiled a little and said, "Maybe a little bit of a blessing in disguise."
From LG's journal
LG, on the phone with the cousins: What did Santa Claus bring you? I got a giant cardboard guy!
And on that subject, under the heading "It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time": We strategically positioned cardboard Legolas lurking behind the Christmas tree, for the element of surprise. When LG came downstairs in the first morning light, with her sleepy eyes wonderously taking in the array of gifts . . . well . . . let's just say that a tall, pale, armed stranger standing behind the Christmas tree is not necessarily instantly recognized as a good thing. Oh yea, there will be some therapy bills for that one.
Now, he's LG's and my bee-otch
Context is everything: "May the wind be always at your back," is a lovely sentiment when used in toasts, blessings, and the like, on special occasions. When back to back with someone in bed, not so much.
Christmas Eve dinner, LG is demonstrating her knowledge of the names of sports teams, for her sportsaholic Daddy. Daddy offers, "When I was little, I was on the Green Hornets."
"What sport?" asks LG.
"All sports. Every team from my neighborhood was called the Green Hornets."
"But, you know how we have the Orioles and the Ravens, and we know they play different sports. If you were always called the Green Hornets, how could you keep it straight what sport you were playing?"
"I could tell by what kind of balls were coming at me."
A phone call to Miss Beautiful, our 5-year-old niece: After a lovely chat with Miss B, I ask to speak to other family members, to wish them a Merry Christmas. "I'm the only one you can talk to right now. The rest of these people are snoring like pigs."
I hope your day was joyful, and that you, like Biscuit, got some rest :)