hoot. I don’t
wanna create a new index page.
Anyway, for the first time in years, I’m kind of glad that Christmas
is over. Since 1995, the end of the holiday season meant that it
was time to leave my hometown and head back to San Diego and my crummy
job, but not this year. It’s strange – when I really think about
it, it feels like I should be driving to the airport sometime soon.
I won’t say that Christmas wasn’t fun. But it was too crazy.
Even though we really have unlimited time to see everyone this year (see
the above paragraph), it seemed like we didn’t for some reason. Making
things more confusing was our desire to spend at least part of Christmas
Eve and Christmas Day in our new house, and my newly engaged sister’s desire
to spend some time with her fiancée’s family on Christmas.
Of course, having a baby throws all manner of scheduling out the window,
too. To sum it all up, we were about two hours late for Christmas
dinner (no matter, we had another dinner to go to just three hours later).
We still haven’t seen my wife’s dad (illness in the family were another
complication). But all in all, it was the happiest Christmas we’ve
had in a long time.
It took us almost a week to haul all of our presents back to our house
and dump it under our tree. We’ll probably leave the tree up until
Valentine’s Day because we can’t bear the thought of actually having to
put all that stuff away. The Little One got just about everything
in the Fisher-Price catalog, and pretty much every single item lights up
and plays some kind of music, with the exception of my favorite present
(of his, I mean) – “Baby Baseball”. I figure if there is even the
slightest chance of his ending up signing a $250,000,000 contract, why
not start the training early?
