The holidays turned out to be good. We spent Christmas Eve with my mom and family. It was very nice–sauerkraut and spareribs, scalloped oysters, green bean casserole, lefse, etc.
My SIL gave birth to twins on Christmas Eve. Everyone is healthy, and the twins were already off the respirators on Christmas Day. My MIL brought up the entire holiday meal in the crockpot (green beans on the bottom, turkey in the middle, potatoes and stuffing on top) so there wasn’t any issue about food or keeping things hot. The twins are blonde and tiny, but very, very cute.
I got lots of chocolate from DH (Godiva, of course) and a bluetooth headset because he hates it when I talk on the phone and drive. Funny thing is, that even when I use it, I still keep only one hand on the wheel. Other favorite gifts include a copy of Charlotte’s Web, Winnie the Pooh, various other children’s books (I’m practicing to read aloud so that it feels natural when the baby arrives–even though we’ll be reading more suitable books then), a Hummel figurine from my grandmother (from her extensive collection), and more Fiestaware from our wedding registry.
My father decided not to celebrate Christmas with the family. My youngest brother went to a party that he knew Dad would be at. Dad told me that he didn’t want to go to Grandma’s because she’d been getting on his nerves, but I know he had dinner with her on Christmas Eve and was over there Christmas morning before anyone else arrived. Apparently, he told my sister over the phone that he’s not ready to see her yet. I guess that also applies to my uncles.
I did see him tonight as Grandma took us all out for dinner. So apparently, he still has no issues seeing me. Or if he does, Grandma tricked him into coming. She can be rather sneaky for an 84 year old woman! Like any good member of an alcoholic family, I avoided the unpleasant topics and talked about things that he asked about. Okay, I babbled. That should teach him not to ask me about Minnesota politics.
Oh! Half of DH’s family celebrated with my ILs on Christmas Eve. My future SIL was there (we still are uncomfortable around each other) and apparently, she has never smiled or talked so much at one of these family events. Maybe I do bring out the worst in her! To be fair, my BIL did drop off a bunch of baby clothes and items (including a car seat) that they no longer use–for free! I have a feeling that I’ll be bringing a lot of the clothes to my SIL for her to use since most of my nephew’s clothes are for winter and I’m due in the spring. Too bad because I saw the softest, cutest, furry little jumper–but I think our baby would die of heatstroke by the time he can wear it.
Well, I’m getting cold. I hear a bathtub calling my name!