We continued our tradition of having Santa bring the presents on Christmas Eve. So much more pleasant (to me) than an early-morning trashing of our living space. There were plenty of presents to go around, including a very unusual necklace for Red.
After 5 good years, we said farewell to our trusted Labrador Elvis. He went to live with Red's grandparents in Pennsylvania. It is an ideal arrangement for everyone - Elvis was slowing down and getting stressed about the rapidly increasing speed of Pink and Blue, and the grandparents, who lost their dog last year, got a well-trained companion. In typical fashion, I didn't take a single picture to commemorate the handing off of our beloved dog, the visit with the kids' great-grandparents, or the car (dubbed "snowflake") rented to take us all on this grand 2500 mile adventure - not even New Year's Eve in Nashville, and a visit to a life-sized replica of the Parthenon.
At least I remembered to pull out the camera a few weeks later when we celebrated Pink turning 3 - or maybe it was her father who had the good sense to take some pictures:
This month was full of ice and snow, and one major holiday. Which Red and Green celebrated by taking a painting class...and giving the paintings to Pink and Blue for Valentine's Day. Yup, we are an original bunch. But what we lack in originality, we may make up for in ability to follow directions. Note how much our paintings look like the prototype, seen over Red's shoulder.
Regardless of any wagers taken to the contrary a decade and a half ago (or perhaps to spite the wagerers), we celebrated 15 years of marriage in March. We attended a Devotchka concert with friends, and, as might be expected of a smallish indoor concert venue, the pictures taken are kind of dim. Lack of photographic evidence notwithstanding, we are still happily married.
Apparently, when the sun comes back out, so do the cameras - and the crazy ideas. I came home from a Friday-afternoon doctor's appointment to find my family frantically throwing clothes into suitcases for a "surprise vacation". We drove way into the night, and didn't tell the kids where we were going until the next day. "Bat Cave" and "Hotel Pool" were enough to sell it.
Whew... I feel better now. I am sure there are a few things I missed, but at least we don't have a gaping hole in the family record.
A big thanks to anyone who made it through all this!