The Holiday, In Photos

I had the day off today, so I spent my time lounging around in my PJs and processing a couple months’ backlog worth of photos (Pete: I found your album release pics and I should have them for you soon!). It’s a little sad how long it’s been since I properly uploaded and post-processed photos from my camera.

I guess that Drobo wasn’t such a homer gift after all…

Anyways, I have a bunch of photos to share. And, seeing as how Vicki asked for holiday pics, I figured I should show y’all a few.

First off is a bonus shot from Thanksgiving. Yes, it has really been that long since I’ve uploaded any photos to flickr.

My sister likes to hula hoop in her kitchen. I’m assuming that this a Vermont thing that we flatlanders wouldn’t understand.

Some of my Christmas insanity…

 This gingerbread house took a lot more work than is evident from it’s crooked lines and squiggly frosting. It was a lot of fun to make, however, and I’m looking forward to making more complicated ones next year.

I used exactly two of those stars (there’s one on the back) and Kristian and I have been eating the rest of the box ever since. Note to self: gingerbread houses = diet sabotage.

I think that the scotty dogs are a nice touch.

The next two shots are of the bannister that I decorated with ribbons and mini ornaments. They’re quite festive, but they also serve to show how ugly our carpeting is and how badly that stairway needs a paint job. I resisted the urge to photoshop the dings and scratches from our balusters.

My brother-in-law, at the end of the day on Christmas Day, expressed amazement at the fact that his son had made it through the entire day without a nap and showed no signs of slowing down. I’m sure that it had nothing to do with the fact that we all kept giving him cookies…

(Am best Aunt EVAR!)

Speaking of how adorable my nephew is, we gave him tons of toys, but all he wanted to do was play with the cat tree. He proudly announced that he was a “worker!” and he set to work fixing it with his “steam drill” (a paint stirring stick that I suspect he might have taken out of the trash) and a putty knife that some irresponsible adult (I plead the fifth on that one) let him play with. Supervised, of course. If you’re going to give your 2.5 year old nephew some real tools to play with, you really ought to stick around and make sure that he doesn’t poke his eye out with them. Or, at the very least, let his parents know right away if he hurts himself.

 He looks so happy! Clearly, I really am the best aunt ever. 

The little man did an excellent job on the cat tree. I had no idea it was in such rough condition, but apparently it needed some major roof repairs and replacement windows. 

Luckily, the (invisible) elevator was in good shape. 

I’m sure that he played with all of the toys that we bought him just as soon as he got home…..

I really should have titled this post “a few pictures of our holiday decorations, but really just a bunch of pictures of my nephew.” But that’s not a very catchy title. 

And, if you had a nephew as cute as mine, wouldn’t you take approximately 7,452 pictures of him every chance you got to see him?

I know that I would.

 This is me, pretending to sit on my nephew’s lap when we went bowling the day after Christmas. Just the fact that he looks so squished when I am not actually sitting on him, makes me think that perhaps my New Year’s resolution to lose ten pounds is not such a bad one. 

I would like to take this opportunity to mention what a good sport my nephew was about patiently sitting and watching six adults bowl. 

I don’t think that I have that kind of patience.

Oh, and I came in dead last. Hate bowling. Hate. 

My nephew may or may not be more mature than me.

More photos here.