Saturday, December 25, 2010

Yup, I'm posting. Have faith, my friends. (And patience. :-)

But.

I'm not posting again until the year 2011.

Happy New Year.

No matter what you believe about Christmas, I expect we can agree on one thing:

Santa Claus is not real.

:-)

Of Cakes and Birthdays

Roses are red... Uh, wait. No they're not.

But sugar still is sweet and so are you, dear sister.

Another dear sister and graduate of A.C. Moore's cake-decorating class.

So after all those decorating classes, what did Christian want for his birthday?

An ice-cream cake.

*scratches head* I can't read this. It says:

uɐıʇɹɥɔ
ʎɐ
pɥʇɹıq
ʎddɐɥ

Now why is he scratching his head? I trust they haven't taken to printing the newspaper upside down.

Another cake class specimen.

He not only requested tools for his birthday...

...he got excited about them too.

Sure, tools are great. But traditions are better.

And having the Jacksons over at least once a winter is something that needs to be written in stone.

Michael serves it.

Conrad passes it.

Grace eyes it up.

Maybe the next one, Grace. Hang in there.

It's not heavy; so it's not a book.

What?! Not a book? The Jacksons always give books.

(It was a book. On tape.)

One Morning

The little guy can smile.

Really.

(He just needed a moment to reconcile himself to appearing on the blog in girls' socks.)

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And if you need a moment to reconcile yourself to brevity of this post, so be it. Take your moment. :-)

God Bless.

Carmen