Cheers!

All the best to you in the new year!

And to All a Good Night

 I had a pretty awesome day.

 I got exactly what I asked for: bongos!

 Ben made a cameo appearance.

 Near the end of the day, I asked, "Do we have more presents to open?"

The answer was no, to which I responded, "Good, 'cause I'm tired."  I'm told these are words that have never before been spoken by a child on Christmas.  In the event, I shall fall asleep in my new tent.  Good night!

A Couple of Grinches

I ran up behind the Grinch at our local farmers market on Sunday.  That guy had no idea I was there, mocking his one-thumb suck with my two-finger one.

Parkin' It

                                                                                                                         photos courtesy of Uncle Scott

We took Uncle Scott to a park we'd never been to before, just in case he tried to embarrass us in some way. 

It turned out he acted kind of normal, we had a blast, and we discovered a new place to add to our list of favorites.

That Special Time of Year

 Yep, Santa's been making the rounds, promoting gift-getting and candy-eating.  Ben didn't really care for this photo-op business, but I did OK.  And I dropped off some canned goods for the local food bank.

I asked Santa for bongo drums because I've been pretty good all year.  I hope he was paying attention.

All Ben asked for was to get off Santa's lap.

Dance Fever

 So, the other day, I put on my dancing socks and busted some moves when nobody was around.

If you've got it, flaunt it, is what I say.  Actually, I was running a temperature and could barely stand to have any clothes on.

 Truth be told, I prefer a highland jig and my sister's Disney princesses water bottle.  

A man can work up a mighty thirst out on the dance floor.  

(I'm sure one day I'll look back at these photos and laugh ... and laugh ... and laugh.)