Happy last Sunday in Advent, or maybe solemn last Sunday in Advent. I'm not sure. In our exciting news I have finished the Christmas shopping ,we had Alicia, Richard, and the kids here last night for Indian, and our friend Hugh came a little later in the evening. He doesn't have kids yet, but did not bolt for outside when he heard the din and watched our adorable goddaughters trying to achieve planetary escape velocity with Nat and Thomas.
Today dragged myself out of bed in spite of Elizabeth's two-hour teething fever in the middle of the night, and Geoff and I spent the day trying to clean things, not killing the kids, and talking to Cynth, who came over after church. I baked cinnamon Nutella buns
and bread, which will taste fine but came out pale. We've been talking about Richard Dawkin's tweets (Geoff's been reading The God Delusion, which takes fortitude) and I'm waiting for Christmas Eve and wondering how you roast a turkey. I've done it before, but I only do it once a year, so every year I get very nervous about how you do it. Must remember to take out the bread for stuffing and prep it tomorrow. We're having turkey, possibly ham, broccoli and cheese sauce, mashed potatoes, gravy. Butter tarts and ice cream.
In non-food news Thomas seems to have decided to potty train himself, at least partly.
In other other news I'm really tired and should stop posting and go clean up before going to bed.
Let's close with this very rare shot of me with both girls. And Richard's ear. Hi, Richard!