Merry Christmas, Everyone!
So, yeaaaaah... Last night wasn't so fun. Today has been much better! But you don't have to take my word for it.
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The living room, a.k.a. the Pink Room, where the family gifts typically go. In latter years Santa's been delivering to the living room rather than the family room. The Jon collages are on the couch because that's where they happened to be - they aren't meant to actually place-hold.
Lobko family tradition dictated that no Lobko resident under parental age was to descend the stairs on Christmas morning until Dad had gone done, affirmed that yes Santa had come - oftentimes accompanied with effusive comment to this effect, i.e. "Wow! Look at all the presents! Geez louise!" - plugged in the trees, turned on some music, and then filmed the trees at some length. Only then could we three kids galumph down the stairs, directly into the camcorder's purview, mind you, and begin ripping open gifts. Even that, however, was regulated to a one-at-a-time-so-we-can-see-what-you've-gotten rule. Despite my having taken up in Jon's basement room, we conspired to recreate the effect here, with Bailey. Jon always professed hating this, but he hated waiting for the order to descend with such artful passion and indignation that you knew he secretly loved it, that is, the waiting.
Mom with some intriguingly cut underoos. They, umm, haven't quite been finished being stitched together in, umm, a very important area. Moving on!
Sister Missy with a far more tasteful garment. Happiness reigns!
There's a photo of Dad opening this gift, in which his expression is mightily confused. I'd wanted to do a little before-after comparison as in 1) What's this / 2) Ah! A Stolichnaya-related trinket! It's a Christmas tree ornament.
In 90% of the gift-opening photos taken today, Bailey's head is pointed at whatever's being opened. Melissa resists her charms!
Melissa with her new Dell laptop. Technology is cute.
True to form, Mom made homemade cinnamon rolls this morning. You start with typical bread dough - bread flour, water, a little sugar, an egg. You roll out the dought into a flat pancake shape, brush it with egg yolk, sprinkle a cinnamon-sugar combination on top, roll up the pancake, and slice it into cinnamon roll-looking spirals. Bake @ 400 degrees for about 10 minutes. Pictured here is the glaze, which is the last step. The glaze - the sweet glaze - is just powdered sugar and orange juice, actually.
Application of the sweet glaze. No smart-aleck comments, Rosie or Dan H.!
Mom with a representative sample of baked awesome. She is not on the market!
Mama and myself. I'm wearing my favorite present: a shirt given me by Melissa. Fits like a glove.
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The living room, a.k.a. the Pink Room, where the family gifts typically go. In latter years Santa's been delivering to the living room rather than the family room. The Jon collages are on the couch because that's where they happened to be - they aren't meant to actually place-hold.
Lobko family tradition dictated that no Lobko resident under parental age was to descend the stairs on Christmas morning until Dad had gone done, affirmed that yes Santa had come - oftentimes accompanied with effusive comment to this effect, i.e. "Wow! Look at all the presents! Geez louise!" - plugged in the trees, turned on some music, and then filmed the trees at some length. Only then could we three kids galumph down the stairs, directly into the camcorder's purview, mind you, and begin ripping open gifts. Even that, however, was regulated to a one-at-a-time-so-we-can-see-what-you've-gotten rule. Despite my having taken up in Jon's basement room, we conspired to recreate the effect here, with Bailey. Jon always professed hating this, but he hated waiting for the order to descend with such artful passion and indignation that you knew he secretly loved it, that is, the waiting.
Mom with some intriguingly cut underoos. They, umm, haven't quite been finished being stitched together in, umm, a very important area. Moving on!
Sister Missy with a far more tasteful garment. Happiness reigns!
There's a photo of Dad opening this gift, in which his expression is mightily confused. I'd wanted to do a little before-after comparison as in 1) What's this / 2) Ah! A Stolichnaya-related trinket! It's a Christmas tree ornament.
In 90% of the gift-opening photos taken today, Bailey's head is pointed at whatever's being opened. Melissa resists her charms!
Melissa with her new Dell laptop. Technology is cute.
True to form, Mom made homemade cinnamon rolls this morning. You start with typical bread dough - bread flour, water, a little sugar, an egg. You roll out the dought into a flat pancake shape, brush it with egg yolk, sprinkle a cinnamon-sugar combination on top, roll up the pancake, and slice it into cinnamon roll-looking spirals. Bake @ 400 degrees for about 10 minutes. Pictured here is the glaze, which is the last step. The glaze - the sweet glaze - is just powdered sugar and orange juice, actually.
Application of the sweet glaze. No smart-aleck comments, Rosie or Dan H.!
Mom with a representative sample of baked awesome. She is not on the market!
Mama and myself. I'm wearing my favorite present: a shirt given me by Melissa. Fits like a glove.
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