Monday, December 29, 2008

joy, four-year-old stylee.

yeah....this is why xmas day is always seven sorts of awesome. just that look of pure, child-unique enthusiasm--well, it's brilliant, really.

i really don't even remember what he'd just opened, but it must have been good. great, perhaps? i don't remember, though. the husband thinks it might have been good ol' spidermonkey, straight from ben 10:alien force. sound good to me, though i cannot agree for sure....

yay xmas, puking notwithstanding.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

ho, ho, hork.

whilst this season has certainly held much merriment, it's also been host to a helluva lot of illness. the kid, full of phlegm and mischief. myself?? equally full of phlegm, with a plentiful side portion of stomach flu. all in all? not as merry as i'd like, but doable.

i think everyone got what they desired, giftily-speaking. i know that i was pleasantly surprised, and, in turn, surprised my parenty compatriot. he went gaga/apeshit/whathaveyou over the robotech boxset i managed to find for him, while i am happily screwing around with a fancypants new camera....all this flu-ishness has enabled me to watch much of the Deadwood box we gave ourselves for shitsngiggles.

now...urm...hrm. more puking seems to be in my immediate future.