a holly jolly Christmas

Happy new year! And it's only the third day — that's not bad. (We'll ignore the fact that I only posted twice in the latter half of 2011. It's a new year, after all. New beginnings.) I was going to get right into it, write about knitting, cooking — or maybe the fact that it is, for the first time this winter, actually winter, frigidly cold — but then I realised, no; you probably want to know about Christmas. And because it still is, after a fashion, Christmas (the ninth day, in fact), and on Christmas one is obliging and friendly, that is what I will post.


We had, actually, a lovely Christmas, spent with Pd's family. We went up to the farm, close to Georgian Bay, and I think it says something about the oddity of this winter that we just barely scraped up a white Christmas. There was a smallish storm on the 27th, but on Christmas Day itself there was just a light dusting of powder on the deck, and perhaps an inch or two on the ground. Normally, by this time the farm is buried under several feet of the stuff. The farm is about half an hour away from Blue Mountain, and there were, literally, cheers when the snow started falling on the 27th.


We tried to go light on the presents this year, but it was open season on the grandchildren. All of the kids were out-sized by their presents, in weight and area. Luckily, ours is still very little, so it was mostly clothes and books, and one already-favourite jiggly horse (official name: Sir Prance-a-Lot. No, really).

My favourite is a blank measuring tape where you can mark down her height at Important Life Events. It's a great idea — easier to move than marking her height on the doorjamb — but the significant downside is that it is incredibly hard to measure a baby.


It took us a couple of tries, and it's still not accurate. Still, it's a little sobering — the measurement looks so long. What happened to my wee little baby?