KFC: Kenji Fried Candy

With Jeffy's arrival, we undertook the arduous New Year's Eve task of grazing through a gauntlet of appetizers. Featured atop the menu were Deep Fried Snickers/Mars bars:



Some Settlers, Hey! That's My Fish and decidedly cut-throat Blokus, managed to keep us awake until the magic hour. For all of our hard partying, I'm glad all the vomiting had concluded by mid-morning.

(Shirt) Buddies

Our dear friends arrived for the annual New Year's Eve family visit, Cheryl and her 4 kids with Jeffy coming tomorrow. The kids separated themselves by gender - some dolls and Polly Pockets in one room, cars and Transformers in another.

Overheard: our 5-year old son to the 6-year old boy, "Let's hang out like real teenagers."

When I was visiting them in October, there was some chagrin that the outfit that matches mine couldn't be found. We corrected that today:

Boxing and Scrubbing

Well, Christmas came and went; with it, my last duties as minister with Glencoe-Appin Pastoral Charge. After morning worship on December 26th, I packed up the remaining books, files and sundry office items. Yes, I literally spent Boxing Day with boxes.

Except I remembered that the desk drawer that I had saved for last, I didn't get to so I went in today do some final packing, report writing, and general tidying. The church laptop has been cleaned as best I could, trying to remove all trace of my computing for my eventual successor. Although the time to delete some 35, 000 files today took longer than I had time for - it seems there will be one final visit to the office to drop off the machinery.

And then, for real, I'll close the door and walk away.

Bands of Silliness

The craze with school kids these days is flexible bracelets of shaped elastic. Trademarked as "Silly Bands" it does seem rather inane. Our kids are going to be popular at school after this Christmas.

Christmas morning

Zhu Zhu Pets abound.


I think he's excited. I can tell by the whites of his eyes.

Snow Day

With dire weather warnings, closed schools and travel advisories today, I was reminded of this bit of brilliance from EasyIEPHelp -
There was a note of explanation that followed:

Dear Ms. Davis [teacher],

I want to be perfectly clear on my child’s homework illustration. It is NOT of me on a dance pole on a stage in a strip joint surrounded by male customers with money.

I work at Home Depot and had commented to my daughter how much money we made in the recent snowstorm. This drawing is of me selling a shovel.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Harrington [mommy in question]

Stocking Stuffer

It's practically a tradition now: decorate the tree and Kai puts his stocking on his head. Yes, he's feeling somewhat better.

His sister is more reserved.