It was my first Christmas eve and Christmas morning away from my parents' house. It was pretty emotional for me on Christmas eve but Bob made me feel better. So Christmas morning I woke up and made coffee and got the lighting right for my first "big girl" Christmas. Then I woke up the Winslows and Marley came running down the hallway and gave an excited yell. When she saw the CHristmas tree with all the packages she goes "WHOA!" in true Marley fashion. Then she started in on the gifts. But she was too distracted by artful curtain arrangement (I knotted them to get them off the ground) to actually open the gifts. After I took the curtains down and returned them to their standard position she relaxed and got her Princess Ariel bathtub doll, her clothes, towel and ENORMOUS Disney Princess ball pit.
After gifts we had an ENORMOUS breakfast with French (bread) toast, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and tomato GARLIC omelets. Delicious!
We spent the rest of the day at my parents' house hanging out, chasing toddlers, letting Marley knock down the Christmas tree (oops), and eating extra delicious food. My parents made charitable donations in everyone's name as a gift and for Bob they gave hot meals (because he likes to cook), from me they gave prenatal care (because I like babies) and from Marley the greatest gift of all... Ok, no it wasn't the Gospel. Second best gift of all... MISQUITO NETS!
A truly wonderful day.
We celebrated Christmas with the Winslows on Sunday and Marley got a doll from Aunt Jenny and Uncle Chris that SHE.LOVES.SO.MUCH. Marley ran amok and I think she really enjoys the solo child role at times. While other times she wants to squeeze Aimee until Aimee files some sort of court order. I wish Jenny and Chris lived closer.
In other news... we have a mouse infestation. I discovered this by placing my gingerbread house in the oven and seeing blurs running all over it and then discovering all my green m&m grass stolen by furry house guests. I recieved a humane trap from my dad for Christmas and set it up at midnight when we got home and the next morning...
And worse news. Murphy ran away the other night when Bob let him out at midnight to go to the bathroom. We've had no sign of him in 3 days at midnight. We keep driving to SPCA to check for him but no sign yet.