In a repeat performance of last Christmas, Kitty slept in and didn't wake up early to open gifts. She's an enigma, that one.
No matter...Baby did the awakening for her.
This Christmas day was different for us - a new baby sister and a new Type 2 Diabetes diagnosis for Mykey. Yes, that's right. Michael decided to ruin our lives with diabetes. And he received the diagnosis just 2 weeks before Christmas! Talk about being a Grinch. Only instead of housing a heart that is 2 sizes too small, he's housing a lazy and inconsiderate pancreas. No Christmas morning French Toast for us.
Well...I mean...I don't have Type 2 Diabetes so...
Cinnamon rolls for me and Kitty it is!
Don't worry, I made Mykey eggs and bacon. AND, I promised to cut out sugar with him. After the New Year, of course.
But I digress.
Christmas morning was a roaring success! Presents for everyone! Kitty painted pictures for us - a starry night for me and Yoda Lisa for Mykey.
Baby received a few new toys and plenty of wrapping paper to eat.
And Kitty hit the jackpot. (Mostly because I started shopping early on Amazon and lost track of what I purchased. When I pulled out her gifts to start wrapping, I was impressed with her haul.)
Zelda books, a slingshot, a Space Cats monthly calendar and a Far Side daily calendar, MadLibs, Uno Show 'em No Mercy, Plus Plus blocks, magnetic putty, an enormous Indiana Jones Lego set, the list goes on and on!
It was a good Christmas.
It was even better after we finished our requisite puzzle. Make that 2 this year. Mykey and I were really feeling the puzzles.
We enjoyed the day relaxing and playing games and Kitty instantly starting thinking about how to spend the money my parents gave her - she chose Mario Wonder.
I didn't even shower or change out of my pajamas.
Merry Christmas, indeed.
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