All snug in their bed
I'm pretty sure these two have nothing to worry about, Santa surely will make a stop by the farm for them.
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The holidays have begun
Started writing this yesterday on my phone using the blogger app from the Google Play store. It actually let me compose the post, apparently save it, and even attach a photo. All looked good. So I tapped "publish" whereupon it went into a crash-loop that was, as far as I was willing to debug it, irrevocable. So here we go again, on a real computer this time. I guess I'm not ready for living in the modern world with all its "app stores" and Gs ranging from 2 to, I hear, 5 and beyond now. Anyway, not very much to say, just that we made it back to the farm, the drive was as good as we could ever expect and the boys were, as always, the best little travelers imaginable. And now that we're here, we start the tradition of watching hours of movies, running circuits in Mamoo's house, playing with cousins when they're around and playing with wooden trains in the sun-room when they're not. It's pretty great here at the farm. It's good to
Easing back into it
Been a very, very long time since I posted anything here, so I have kind of a backlog, but I also thought I should not rush back into it. So a couple of absolutely adorable James stories from the last few days. Yesterday morning after the boys had finished breakfast Daniel was playing in the front room with the dinky cars and James was running from the front of the house to the back and forward again. Somewhere in his travels he found a whistle (the kind with an internal fan that makes a whizzing noise rather than the ear-splitting sort you often find) and started blowing it while he ran. His first few laps into the front room didn't do anything. Then Daniel started laughing whenever James came whizzing into the room near him. After two or three more laps James stopped and announced: "Stop Daniel! It's not that funny!" Which, of course, made it hilariously funny for us. Next was this morning. Our Shelf Elf, Choir , had moved to the curtain rod over the