Lovelihood

The Boy wishlisted and received an cartoonized history of bubble gum, which spurred yesterday's expedition to the gum wall and the inevitable side trip to the candy store where we came into possession of our own bubble gum, an invention whose practical applications still very much elude The Boy.

Some might revel in their postprandial tradition of rendering turkey parts into stock or soup bits. The reason I push so hard to have a big bird at the Christmast table is so I can have the makings for turkey fried rice, which also fills a soft taco quite nicely.

The sweet mobile we gave Bear for Christmas made a home suspended from our dining room chandelier.

The Boy, eager to put his new clay to use, gave us a couple of lessons that he'd picked up from school.

The Mr. tried to institute a tidy-up-as-we-go policy in regards to the great unwrapping this morning. But that would have precluded the humbling image of first world toy excess.

Shredded-up magazine bits constituted the box filler in the package that arrived this morning. Naturally, the kids rolled with it.

The thing about digital photographs is that that's how they often remain. Except for the one time of the year we actually make an effort to make prints. And then there's the scramble to find appropriate frames. And locate blank wall spots on which to display them. We make do.