Christmas Day...

After a fun-filled morning with stockings, presents, trains, and more...we dressed for the day and drove down the street to deliver YiaYia's Christmas stocking that Santa left for her at our house. She was thrilled and said this has been one of her best Christmases ever. Fender counted washers with her (a thing he does with her everytime he visits and has done so since before he was a year old as I recall). There is a long screw with 9 washers and he brings it all to her, empties them into her hand and proceeds to put them on the screw counting them one at a time. He typically does this only one time and when they are all on, he walks them back over and puts them in their place. It is something to watch.

Anyhoo...this particular morning, after the washer counting, he helped her open her stocking. We stayed a bit longer, then headed over to my cousin's house for their recent (now in it's third year I believe) tradition of a mexican Christmas Day lunch complete with two kinds of enchiladas, tamales, and more. It really is good and a nice change of pace from turkey and ham of the season.

At the luncheon, we watched some old home videos of the greek side of my family that my cousin's husband converted to DVD. My mom was on there, running around less than a year old, in a pretty white dress. And I got to see family members who died many years ago, including my granddad and even his mom! It was something. And it reminded me to get a move on converting the old reel-to-reel movies I have from my other granddad's side of the family. After lunch, we came home and the boys played most of the day with all their new toys while I tried to clean up the Christmas destruction and packed all day. It was a glorious Christmas!

Counting washers with YiaYia...


YiaYia's stocking...


A Fender kiss... (Aren't these two just peas in a pod with thier purple and spikey hair styles?)


...and one in return.


Fender, Garrett, and Connor...


How Fender sizes up to Ironman...


Greek family...


Enjoyed moving the net around more than kicking the soccer ball into it. Kicks with his left foot, though. Apparently that makes him a "true" lefty...whatever that means. I just know he is left dominant for sure...those balls and frisbees don't go as far when he uses his right.


Here's a fun crazy close up of my freaky eye. :) The one that looks tired and droopy is my "good" eye. I am just tired and droopy from lack of sleep. :) My bad eye (right) stays dilated all the time even though I haven't had it dilated in over a month. I go back this week to make sure things are as good as they seem and hopefully make progress toward cataract surgery and get me some sight back folks.


...taking a break from updates now but Christmas in Mississippi still to come. :)