Christmas

Also entitled: The Time When Rebecca Posts Too Many Snowflake Bread Pictures.

But it was beautiful bread...

I made it a handful of times in two weeks' time. 

Sometimes with plum jam, sometimes with strawberry jam, sometimes loaded with cinnamon and sugar (like a big delicious cinnamon roll).

Lovely and delicious- snowflake bread is going to be a tradition from now on.



We had hosted the Cantrell family Christmas at our house on New Years' weekend and went for the Newman Christmas on New Years Day, leaving Christmas Day to be blissfully quiet and slow and wonderful with just ussins and no place to go. 



We listened to Christmas music and sucked candy canes.  I ate almost an entire stocking load of Lindt Dark Chocolate Truffles.  We opened gifts and played with them.  We read.  We ate lasagna (and snowflake bread) and took naps.  It was bliss.



Cantrell Christmas was brunch this year.  Which I wouldn't mind doing every year for the food alone.  Breakfast pizzas.  Hashbrown casserole.  Mini quiches.  SNOWFLAKE BREAD.

On the second day of Christmas, we were so surprised when the doorman knocked and gave us a box of gourmet toffee... the label read: 

 
And we really DID taste the love.  That was amazing toffee.

(Thank you Mary!!!! What a treat!)


Mom's Christmas Wish~ a picture of the whole family...

Andrew brought some bunnies in....  and lots of people went out to see the puppies.

Ineke is a singer.  She gets it from her Mama.  Who got it from HER Mama. 

And now the older and the younger sing together.

And while Nanny was teaching me to sing out and proud, she was teaching my big sister that same lesson.  And she taught HER children.

And now we all sing together in nursing homes at Christmas time.

Christmas can be exhausting.

An hour before a houseful of company came, Adele' reminded me that I had promised to cut her hair. 

In fact, I had remembered all week but put it off because 1) I was afraid I would screw it up (it isn't boy hair afterall) and 2) because I was SURE she would change her mind and 3) I was hoping she would forget.

She didn't.  So an hour before company and when I had a million other things to do in preparation, I cut her hair. 

And an hour after that, she opened a present from her Aunt and Uncle with a box for coloring hair.

And then things got real.

 

A picture of what is happening under the big bear blanket to the right.

In other words, what Mama and Papa do after all the guests head home.

Judah lost a tooth!  (Too much toffee??)

Christmas was, as they always are, very merry indeed.