I realize I am jumping in early here but Phil is out for a Christmas row and the children are playing, and I've been trying to be a more consistent correspondent.
We've had a lovely holiday so far. School finished over a week ago thanks to Christmas falling on a Sunday. We hosted Phil's office Christmas party (for job #2, the small private equity firm) which meant a long slog in the kitchen on Monday, but Lucy and Jessica were fabulous help and we pulled it off. Never mind that we found the dessert cheesecakes waiting out in the screen porch the next morning. I don't think anyone minded...
We decorated with our Bollywood theme this year. At its most basic, this means no Red and no Silver. It also means no victoriana or gingham or other homespun-type things. It does mean lots of magenta, glitter, colored lights and exotic things like peacock feathers. We last did this the year Fred was born, but that Christmas is a bit of a blur to me.
pillowpets x 3
One of the many joys of having teenage daughters (and there are many!) is that they jump in and contribute to Christmas magic. It is no longer just up to me. Surprises emerge that I knew nothing about. Fred has secrets with them, and they know things he wants that he has never told me.
Jessica helped him with the Santa snack. "By the time they get to Texas, the reindeer will want a change from apples." And someone is willing to play Hungry, Hungry Hippos over and over...
Phil has planned Beef Wellington for Christmas dinner, and we're going to take a walk with Lulu and our friends' dogs, which we're babysitting. On Boxing Day, the girls are making breakfast and we're going out for a long walk in the hill country. Other than that, I'm going to finishing icing the cake (ouch!) and then help Lucy...
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