Holiday Update

 Just stopping in to say hello to you all, so “hello!” Here’s what we’ve been up to…
We had a nice little family dinner together on the solstice. We ate in the dining room by candlelight and had Keely’s wooden animals running about the table and in-between the pinecones. It was a quiet and slightly festive way start out all our holiday socializing-really, the only time a year when we see so many people.
You can tell how thrilled Keely was with it all, huh? Then on Christmas EveEve we watched The Sound of Music and baked (and ate) cookies while singing loudly and yodeling. We are going to definitely make that an annual event. Later that night, while in the middle of another Keely clothing crisis, Keely went running down our bedroom hall and tripped on her pants which she was trying to remove. Words to live by-Do not try to take off your pants while running. It does not work well. She fell face first into the leg/side shelf thingie of our monster piano. I tried to catch her, but I was two steps behind. She really scraped up her cheek and throat. It was a scary moment. I saw her fall. I saw her hit the wood. Her throat (yikes!) and then her cheek. There was blood and much screaming. Thankfully, after a lot of loving, rocking, and ice cubes she was alright…save for the battle wounds.
Christmas Eve we had our big family dinner.
That night after everyone had left and we were getting ready for bed, I was trying to sneak out all Keely’s “Santa” presents. Hubby was trying to keep her distracted in another room, but she will not be contained under normal circumstances, so there is really no hope when she is jacked-up on sugar and impending presents. I would come tip-toeing out of our room with boxes stacked in my arms and then I’d hear Keely coming back my way, so I’d run backwards into our bedroom, presents falling off my pile. I’m kicking them out of her sight and still holding on to the ones in my arms. I’d make it to my closet and quickly dump the rest of the stack in my closet. Oy. It was really comical. I was laughing at myself. It happened three times before I actually got the gifts out there without her seeing. All of us going to bed at the same time does have its downsides I guess. Then, Keely was up until midnight saying things like, “Listen. I think I hear Santa.” “Is that him?” “What was that?” “Can I go pet a reindeer.” “Oh, I am so worried about Santa.” and on and on and on. We were cracking up.  When she got up on Christmas morning she discovered that Santa was a messy guy…