Christmas itself was quiet, my parents didn't make it up (a whole other blog post that no one wants to hear). So we invited hubby's parents for Christmas Eve.The boys like the company, but I think if hubby's mom called him by his brother's name one more time he was going to banish her to the garage. Christmas day was spent, eating, reading, napping. Big Fry even napped, with his head on my shoulder, need to hold that memory close. Physical contact and affection at this age is few and far between, so really was a "gift".
Speaking of gifts, hubby bought himself an early gift, a nutribullet, um yep a kitchen gadget, because I so need another one of those in the kitchen...but guess what the thing is pretty nifty. Especially if you can get past the color of the concotion that it makes, because the taste is not that bad. I vow to use it...um soon... to help me detoxify from all the eating and unhealthy beverages consumed over the last few days.
