It's been quiet here during the past few holiday seasons since we moved into our new house, but this was the first year on this side of the street where Christmas felt like it should. The table was set for 16 for my brother's birthday dinner and my mom cooked up a storm. Children decked out in butterfly wings pranced about the house, people laughed and talked and shared stories, we played a little music, and cranked up the record player and danced to the light of the mirror ball in living room at every opportunity. It just doesn't get much better than that.
We spent part of New Year's Eve cutting snowflakes.
I'll get to that in a moment, but first you have to see something funny. In the last few hours of 2012 we played our own family version of Pictionary with my parents, brother, and his fiancee. We were in two teams, and each team wrote up a list of clues for the other team to draw, so we can personalize the game to our family. It's always fun, and I laughed until I cried.(Here's my brother holding the white board still as Quinn draws a pretty good plate of spaghetti.)
