next year will totally be the year we mail out tangible cards

... but in the mean time

We hope you have a very blessed Christmas and that you can find comfort and good cheer in the fact that this blog won't be signing off for a few days because we don't believe in rest for even the weariest of e-sharers.

And if you're looking to feel great about your Christmas eve festivities know that this family struck out at not one, not two, not three, but four closed fastish food eating establishments in search of a place to eat ye old traditional Christmas eve fare. (We came home and made one of the frozen pizzas reserved for fancier occasions and/or babysitters). But first we risked a Christmas eve Mass where we sat in front of a family whose children (graciously) joined ours in a rousing round of wailing and crying and gnashing of teeth on pews during 'Silent Night' and Theo happily yelled his first word: ho (x 3).

As far as our morning has gone ... Theo has died and gone to tissue paper and box heaven, Sebastian enthusiastically declared today to be Elmo's birthday, Julia is preparing for the great chapped lip apocalypse of 2014 by applying layer after layer after layer after layer after layer of Hello Kitty Chapstick, and Simon is in the middle of a busy day of silent laughing on the couch with Jim Gaffigan while I enlist his help to break up every other toddler slap fight over the favorite new toy of the minute.

Thank you for being the best readers a blogger could ask for. Without you? I'd probably still pound out my grocery store memoirs for the silent abyss but I love that you let me lull you to sleepy boredom on the daily.

Happy Christmas to you and you and you and yes, even YOU.