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After Christmas

Usually the last week of the year feels like Sunday afternoon—deflated. Not this year! Chris’ Christmas leave started after Christmas, so this week feels like the first time we’ve seen him all month! Isaac has been delighted to have Dad around. 
“I don’t want Daddy to go to the ship,” he said after Chris had been home two days in a row for once. He was thrilled when Chris told him he was home for two whole weeks! 

We’ve done lots of lounging around being lazy, slow loops around our two-mile circuit (some of it caroling), skyping with family, and even some local Christmas festivities that continued a few days after Christmas Day. 

Isaac threw a massive tantrum when we left the train exhibit at Dicken’s Christmas Towne. Eloise has a horrible cough but is now giggling like crazy whenever tickled. Isaac continues to say hilarious things and find new ways to make his parents laugh, like dancing around naked (no photos). 

And appreciating his toys: 

“I so happy with all these toyses!” he said on Christmas. 

Or appreciating his toys as much as he can, anyway. 
“Look: my digger…my track…my train,” he said. 
“Yeah, you’re lucky boy! And there’s your book, your Thomas trains, and your car carrying truck,” I said. He looked around, surprised. 
“Where’s my car carrying truck?”
“Over there. Did you already forget about it?”
“Yeah.” 
TOY OVERLOAD. 
“We’re best friends!” Isaac said, smiling up at me before naptime and touching my face.  “Pretty hair! Pretty eyes! Pretty nose! Pretty mouth!”
“You’re so sweet! Your dad could take some lessons from you!” I was momentarily charmed. 
Then he sticks his finger in his nose and pokes it toward my mouth. 
“Did you just try to stick a booger in my mouth?”
“Yeah! Ha ha ha!” 
Note to Chris: please do not take any lessons from your son. 
CAT UPDATE: the dang cat has returned to his snuggly, worthless-lump-of-cat state. What changed? We gave him “spoiled kitten food” (canned cat food) for the first time in a year on Christmas and he was the best. So we got more and kept giving it to him. The yowling has totally stopped and he is a squishy ball of purrs and snuggles. It’s a Christmas miracle! 

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