Again this year, the floor of my house was covered for three solid days with bits of molded plastic sent from relatives and brought by “santa.” There were major battles over all of the various trademarked related merchandise, like the countless Diego toys (thanks mom), Tonka trucks (because Caleb had told anyone who would listen that Santa was bringing him a blue truck) and SpongeBob/BackYardigans balls. Some of these battles ended in wounds that are still bleeding (like the one Tobias’s face - I can see how being the younger brother of a bully might really suck). But Caleb’s seemingly favorite present was a pack of new underwear I bought him at Target. Go figure.

My dad was in town and Tobias followed him from room to room until he left this morning. So now every time a plane passes our house he asks if it is the one “Baboo” is on.

Tobias was taken to the barber where he pitched such a fit they only cut a bit off the front, so now he looks like a NASCAR driver.

And my sister also had her baby - welcome to our effed up family Sam! I can’t wait to meet you. Congratulations to Kathryn and her krewe.