So…Christmas happened. I’m sure you’re shocked. The kids got shit-tons of gifts (another shocker). I got four bottles of liquor. Chilkoot got a balance bike. Movies, toys, etc. All the sorts of things kids like. Overall, it was pretty nice. We went up to Mom’s for her own Christmas celebration, too, about which Chilkat was a terrible bitch. Mom gave her a thoughtful gift: A portfolio, into which Chilkat can insert her best and favorite artworks to share with people. Chilkat’s response was something along the lines of, “I don’t like this Christmas at all.” Once we actually started inserting artwork into the portfolio, she suddenly became very fond of showing it off.
Chilkoot finally got his hair cut. It was overdue. It also upset KrisDi very much immediately after the fact. She was concerned that the curls were gone forever. As soon as his hair got wet again, back they came.
One of my Christmas presents was a ticket to a minor league hockey game with KrisDi, P-Dubs, and T-Dubs. It was fun. We drank at Airways beforehand, and I drank Hamm’s while we were there. I was more than a little surprised to discover that Hamm’s is the perfect beer to drink during a minor league hockey game.
Some of KrisDi’s internet friends came up from Shelton for New Year’s Eve. They have a daughter whose age is in between our kids’. KrisDi made a hearty (and enormous) Sunday Ragu, which is delicious and awesome. Unfortunately, the father figure in our friendly family fell ill and slept through about five hours of the evening. Then we stayed up until the wee hours of the morning playing Cards Against Humanity. It was fun.