Yeah, maybe don't answer that.
Did I mention I was taking a blogging hiatus?
For the entire month of December?
And then some?
I know, I know. If you're going to be gone longer than expected, you're supposed to call, send a message by carrier pigeon, something. (Somewhere in the universe K is reading this and smiling smugly to himself. Yes, dear, I recognize the irony of the situation and humbly request that you wipe that self-satisfied smirk off your face right now.)
A few of you have kindly checked in to find out if we're still alive out here, and if so, why this blog has become so dad-gum boring lately. The thought of chronicling the last 6 (8?) weeks or so in detail makes my stomach hurt (more on that later) so perhaps a few (brief) highlights...
My sister and her family came to visit. We pulled out all the stops and welcomed our friends from the South with single-digit temperatures and...a broken water heater. 'Tis the season for unexpected household expenditures! (New garage door opener...check. Updates to our "vintage" plumbing...check.)
Yours truly celebrated a milestone birthday, which means it is officially no longer okay to ask how old I am. (Note to my children: it is also not okay to volunteer this information to other people, particularly random strangers in the supermarket.)
Santa Claus came to town. Once again, the Man in Red managed to make the children's dreams come true--despite the anxiety-producing absence of a chimney I might add. (Olivia = Nancy Drew's wardrobe. Asher = large quantities of chocolate, to be consumed in its entirety Christmas morning.)
K's parents and two of his siblings also came to stay. How to sum up the seven-day extravaganza? They've been gone two weeks and Asher still continues to insist on saving a seat for Grandpa. Right next to him, of course.
And, last, but not least, there was the holiday baking, which is, of course, the real reason for my extended leave of absence:
Yeah, so it's not much to look at right now. Okay, so it looks more like the Loch Ness Monster than anything, but I have been assured by multiple sources that that knobby blob there is in fact a much-anticipated bun in my oven. Expected to arrive in all its delicious glory this summer. (Woot!)
And now you have seen a picture of my uterus, so I think my work is done here for today. Until next time (hopefully sooner rather than later, otherwise I'll send word via message in a bottle or something)...