Merry Sickmass To All!

     So Britta's Christmas did not evoke the memories of sugar plums dancing in heads, or singing carols round a crackling fire. Britta was sick. And then she was sick some more. And more. And more. It was the gift that kept on giving, especially when Mom and Dad caught the flu.

     We ended up bundling Britta off to emerge on Christmas Day, because she had experienced diarrhea for the past 7 days, and Kristine commented, "I don't remember being able to see her spine under her skin." That was enough. The doctor explained she likely had Norwalk or rotavirus. In hindsight, it explained Britta's apparent apathy with opening up her new Christmas pajamas on Christmas eve. What a relief! I thought it was because she didn't like the colour.

     We have set a target of New Years to open the remaining gifts and eat the Christmas goodies. This may actually be a Christmas holiday in which we all lose a little weight.

It's beginning to FEEL a lot like Christmas

It 'tis the season of Christmas cards so we bundled Britta into her cumbersome but oh-so-cute snowsuit for some family photos. Britta insisted on walking to the red barn; whilst dear ol' dad froze his fingers on the camera and tripod.

Wind chill is no joke, children. I'm lucky I still have all ten fingers!

We are pleased to present 'our family'!