Christmas eve breakfast arrived with a knock at the door: Krys had gone all out.
Christmas eve dinner was spent with more friends. They are taking good care of us.
I had a doctor’s appointment in the morning and we knew there would be more news–or not, really–later, we don’t know which yet. Starting this past Monday (yup, that week) it’s been that waiting time so familiar to many and they wanted more info. The machinery, it goes slowly.
Meantime, the back of Parker’s sweater, it is done, and on the front, his very most favorite type of truck.
With thanks to Robin, who snailmailed me her intarsia pattern after I couldn’t get the one I thought I wanted to print. I thought this one was too big–but my husband says the fact that it’s big and bold makes it all the more appealing to a boy. That made me think a minute: I’ve never been one, so that was good to know, and you know what? Clearly, especially given the reaction of that kid yesterday, he’s right.
Wishing a happy and merry Christmas day for all and the peace of the season with your loved ones near and far.