Perfect Timing

Remember that Christmas when you were sick as a dog and spent the day on the couch wishing you could play with your new stuff.  Spencer is having that Christmas.  He claims he didn't throw up in the middle of the night (that was actually night before last) or keep his parents up most of the night (that was last night) but eye witnesses tell it differently. 

Sister Molly was ready to start the day a little before five thirty but mean parents made her wait until after seven.  She is really into reading and Grandpa is trying to get her to start a journal, that will insure that all the really mean things her parents do are documented.  She is just starting cursive at school so I figure it will take hold with proficiency.

Anyway, the day finally got under way till Spencer slowed down and a quick check showed he had a 103 temp.

Meanwhile, Mom got what she wanted.

And we found out that all of Grandma's knitting fit.

Both are wearing two hats and scarves.

Then Spencer went downhill, peaking at a 105 temp.  Even Higgens couldn't cheer him up.

In just an hour or so Mom and Dad got some Ibuprofen in him and a cool bath around him bringing it down to 103.  Right now he is back to singing and playing so looks like the worst is over.

Got to finish up Sound of Music and get into Avengers yet tonight.

Been getting wrong number Christmas greeting texts, so I finally told someone's mother-in-law "Thanks, but I'm a Pastafarian".  She was confused but wished me well anyway, so the least I could do was return the sentiment.

One more day to wrap it all up and get on down the road.  Clear and cold out, 16 degrees. 

Update, Spencer is down to 99 degrees and announcing that he is all better.

Stay warm.

Twas The Night Before Coal

Not snowing yet but supposed to be soon.  Teri, Amy and the kids are snuggled up watching The Sound of Music.  We have watched Iron Man, Thor and Captain America over the past week; you know, all the usual Christmas classics.  Next is The Avengers then on to The Hobbit.  Amy and Derek went to The Hobbit last week to preview it and decided the kids can wait a while but Amy and grandpa could go to the to the 3D version after Christmas.

Got the hot tub steps to a stopping point, so I stopped.

Took about as much framing as I thought.  Would have used more but ran out of room.

I think I can find some good 1x8 for risers that completely fill the space so the plan is to replace them on the next go around. 

Grandma has been cooking up a storm the rest of us eating up a storm.  The grand children have been perfect.  One time, a long time ago, we put a lump of coal in Ryan and Amy's stockings as a joke.  There were real stocking fillers which we brought out after the initial shock passed but Amy still claims it was child abuse.  I figure her trials and tribulations paved the way for her children growing up stress free.  Small price to pay for perfect grand children.

Gotta go and prepare the casserole for breakfast tomorrow.

Stay jolly.