Somehow it's Wednesday. And it's the day after Christmas? Was that just the fastest Christmas break in the history of Christmas breaks, ever, or what?
Back to the grind today, but yesterday! Oh, yesterday, you were so fun!
Last Christmas was spent in Southern California in the company of great friends and a gorgeous beach. This year, the draw of my sister's now-6-mo-old twins and my nearly-three year old nephew were too great and I spent the day in their company. And about a million other relatives on my bro-in-law's side. And it was great!
The sister and I got together on Monday morning and made a zillion gooey cinnamon rolls. (Well, we made them to the point of being completely prepped and not baked... we baked them Christmas morning). And because cinnamon rolls from scratch require several hours and several "rest" periods, (while the scalded milk cools and dough rises, etc), the sis and I made a morning of it, complete with a trip to target for baking supplies and a delicious breakfast at a local breakfast joint called Katy's Creek. (Seriously, if ever you are in Walnut Creek, CA, go to Katy's Creek! Yum!)
What else can I say? Christmas this year was magical. The kind of warm, squishy gooey Christmas that seeps into your clothes and hair and melts your soul as you listen to the same Christmas songs on the radio for the millionth time in a month, and you don't mind. It's all much better than the auto-tuned garbage they play on teeny-bopper radio stations anyhow.
I might just keep listening to Christmas music. Or I might go back to Classical. (When did I turn into my father? And I thought I was supposed to turn into my mother?)
In case you haven't seen the fun family photos I took of my sis and her gaggle, here they are:
Back to the grind today, but yesterday! Oh, yesterday, you were so fun!
Last Christmas was spent in Southern California in the company of great friends and a gorgeous beach. This year, the draw of my sister's now-6-mo-old twins and my nearly-three year old nephew were too great and I spent the day in their company. And about a million other relatives on my bro-in-law's side. And it was great!
The sister and I got together on Monday morning and made a zillion gooey cinnamon rolls. (Well, we made them to the point of being completely prepped and not baked... we baked them Christmas morning). And because cinnamon rolls from scratch require several hours and several "rest" periods, (while the scalded milk cools and dough rises, etc), the sis and I made a morning of it, complete with a trip to target for baking supplies and a delicious breakfast at a local breakfast joint called Katy's Creek. (Seriously, if ever you are in Walnut Creek, CA, go to Katy's Creek! Yum!)
What else can I say? Christmas this year was magical. The kind of warm, squishy gooey Christmas that seeps into your clothes and hair and melts your soul as you listen to the same Christmas songs on the radio for the millionth time in a month, and you don't mind. It's all much better than the auto-tuned garbage they play on teeny-bopper radio stations anyhow.
I might just keep listening to Christmas music. Or I might go back to Classical. (When did I turn into my father? And I thought I was supposed to turn into my mother?)
In case you haven't seen the fun family photos I took of my sis and her gaggle, here they are:
This was the picture the Sis used for her family's Christmas card this year. (above) Hilarious!
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