I told Noah that my New Year's Resolution would be to take a lover, but in order to do so I'd have to lose a little softness around the middle. So this morning he set a bowl of cereal in front of me whose main selling point was "contains crunchy fiber twigs." So much for that.
Our holiday was good, but let me ask you, do you know how many crumbs five adults, one toddler, a dog and two cats can produce in a day? Our house has become Mouse Mecca with the volume of popcorn bits, cookie crumbles, shards of chips, and even a few masticated Twizzler fragments (Ethan, sneeze) laying around. It would take a determined mouse, though, to find any of it under all the pine needles and tissue paper.
Our Christmas traditions have been modified with the arrival of the ankle biter. For instance, our family trip to the movies on Christmas Eve has been postponed until Ethan can refrain from eating off the floor. We did however enjoy some films on Noah's new Blu-Ray player. He even rushed out day after Christmas to buy his very first Blu-Ray movie (Terminator Salvation), which my mom was disappointed to see looked just like a DVD at first glance ("It's not even blue!"). As to the picture quality, it was difficult to determine how much crisper the picture actually was since the movie consisted of large, consuming fires interspersed with a few tight shots of Christian Bale's face. The copyright warnings, though, burned my retinas with their sharp vibrancy.
My parents have decided on a house, so I've been pressuring them to put in the offer. It's not so much that I don't like having them here as it is I'm looking forward to their hostess gift once they leave. I've been giving them ideas since they moved in: New carpeting for all three bedrooms, a shed, a daybed for the soon-to-be-vacated-and-refurbished-guest-room, and a MacBook. I don't want to be greedy; two or three of those would suffice.
I'd better go enjoy some family bonding. I have to redeem myself for being a "freaking nuisance," as Kyle said, for walking through the living room where he sleeps at the ungodly hour of ten after nine this morning.