Just a few highlights.
I figured out the cameras. Used a tripod for the posterity video. Just watched it. Managed to park my fat ass right in front of it for 'the moment'. So you can hear his excitement and see my worn out Christmas morning cashmere. Fail.
On Christmas eve the effing dog ate a dozen jumbo crayons while no one was watching (cause we were watching a three year old, two year old, one year old and two month old while also sucking down wine, vodka and sushi). To be clear the dog is not a puppy. He is 4. Halfway through unwrapping we saw the crayons again. Nothing says merry Christmas like dog vomit.
Quiche. Magnificent. Cinnamon pull apart. To die for. We are opening a bottle of red. It's after noon. 12:08 to be exact. Don't judge. Don't really care if you do. We're doing it anyway.
Hope your day is merry and bright!
The Best part? We made it to 11 without any requests to watch Mickey.