The Seated View

Hi there! I'm not quite sure where the past week went, but I think it had something to do with rest and relaxation. So no thoughtful; New Year's post this year. Instead, I'll share the annual love extravaganza that is Christmas amongst the Andersens. Which in a way will serve as its own thoughtful New Year's post, because at the end of the day, this is what life is about. Love. And a lot of laughter. Liam contemplated the meaning of Christmas. Or tried to wait patiently for dinner and presents. Either works. Morgan borrowed Scott's hat. Hip hop looks good on her. We moved dinner down to the building's Party Room— there was no room at the inn (a.k.a. my mother's apartment) for 11 people to eat and still have elbow room. During dinner, Morgan attacked David. She is particularly fond of squishing his face.  Back upstairs the kids burned off energy   and then we all sang carols, both English and Danish. This frequently got derailed as

    May yours be magical.   ( pronunciation guide )   

Toronto's had no snow yet, at least not any that stayed on the ground. None forecast for Christmas, either. So to celebrate the winter solstice, I've pulled this out of my archives and made it my desktop image. Maybe it'll give Mother Nature a nudge, remind her what snow is.

I've meant to do a post for the past three days and have finally realized it just ain't gonna happen. Too much to do between work, The Book and getting ready for the big day (as my sister says: five more days!). So it'll be about photos instead.  One of me neighbours on the street next to my building has decorated their shrubbery. Every timeI look out my window, I see dancing stars of light and smile. I love this season.

RA hands can make a lot of things difficult, some of them big, some of them small. Sometimes it's about the jar, sometimes it isn't . And sometimes, it's about something as simple as a can of pop. Over time, you develop tricks and workarounds to do what you need to do. Today, I share mine for opening those recalcitrant cans – all you need is a fork. Sure, your health would be better without the fizzy wonder liquid, but every now and again, you gotta give in...       Note: forgot to mention why a small fork doesn't work and only had the one can. The tines need to be long enough to brace against the edge of the hole in the can while keeping the tab steady and straight. If you use a small fork, the tab bends instead of opening.        

I have no idea how this happened, but somehow, my wee babies - OK, my sister's wee babies - are now 7 years old. A couple of weeks ago, we all got together to celebrate. We started at my mother's and as usual, the minute David sat down, he had a pile of Tinks on his lap After the greeting rituals, we repaired to our local Irish pub for nosh and presents. Liam had a big sandwich Morgan and Janne/TinkMama communed The kids both got a Hexbug - a fantastic toy that's fun for all ages. Liam's was an orange larva Morgan discovered that if she held the middle legs of her superfast purple ant , it whirred around madly. Total glee After lunch, we went back to my mother's again and the kids piled on top of Scott. Michele discovered that the kids seems to have outgrown the criss cross game .   And Liam got attacked by Morgan's snake.   It was a good day. Seven. Wow.  

  

It's been a loooong week and somehow, the blog got neglected. Next week will be better (I hope). One of my distractions was a post for HealthCentral about how to keep from getting too overwhelmed this season: "The holidays are here, the time that tradition kicks in more firmly than any other time of year. That means doing everything the way you did last year and the year before that and so on. You have expectations of yourself, expectations to perform at a certain level. You always bake seven different kinds of cookies, because that's what your mother did when you grew up. The silver has to be polished and the house decorated inside and out. You can't not show up to the holiday parties, especially not the ones with a potluck, because people depend on you. There's a mountain of cards to be written and a mountain of work to be done before the end of December. Presents have to be bought and wrapped beautifully, just like you always have. And when you