Merry Christmas
Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. Ours was quite enjoyable. Agent Murphy is toddling around pretty well now, and Grandma enjoyed spending time with him. The little stinker refused to nap on Christmas Eve, so we weren’t able to go to Mass together. Mr. Tldz and I went Christmas Eve while Grandma stayed home with the Agent and got him to bed; then she went Christmas morning while we cooked. In some ways, it was a nice treat to have a peaceful Mass without a toddler to look after.
We made food for an army, and we have loads of leftovers. And the plum pudding turned out well, including the flaming brandy. I’ll let Mr. Tldz fill in those details when he has a chance to post. Good presents all around. Agent Murphy particularly likes a couple of things Santa brought him – hammer balls (a bench with three holes that balls are pounded through with a mallet) and a Tigger ride-on airplane. He hasn’t pounded the balls with the mallet yet, but he likes taking the balls in and out and banging the bench (and other things) with the mallet. And he doesn’t like riding on his ride-on toy yet, but he likes pushing the buttons for all the sound effects, pushing it around, and putting things in the storage compartment under the seat.
Our Christmas cards have brought about a few re-connections.
Having Mr. Tldz home for a week was lovely, but it went too quickly, as usual. At least New Year’s Day is coming up. We’d hoped he’d be able to take vacation on the 2nd to make it a nice long weekend, but it doesn’t look like that’s going to be possible. Agent Murphy and I drove Mr. Tldz to work this morning so he could bring in the plum pudding in all its non-pre-sliced glory to share with his co-workers. Fortunately, holiday traffic patterns were evident.
The day after Chrismas, I got a good deal online on the needlepoint Christmas stockings and pewter stocking holders I’ve been wanting. So next year, when hopefully Agent Murphy will understand a little more about Christmas, we shall have stockings! As a kid I always loved looking in my stocking on Christmas morning. I wonder what Santa puts in a little boy’s stocking? I guess we shall see…