My sister, she is amazing. She made a WONDERFUL Christmas Eve dinner of tamales and posole. Why don't I eat more hominy, when I love it so?
She rendered her own lard for the tamale dough and made the posole with pigs' feet. Oh, she loves us.
After singing and a nativity, the little people went to bed and Marmot Dad, my sister, and I wrapped presents and put together the kids' train set. Marmot Dad is a teensy bit on the bossy side about the train set, but we finally got it set up in a way that pleased everyone. (Marmot Dad's top is part of his special Christmas pajamas. He doesn't normally dress like a Sesame Street character.)
In the morning, we opened presents and Marmot Babe destroyed the train track. He is a master creeper and can get anywhere he wants for his baby destructo tasks.
We ate our traditional Marmot Christmas breakfast, courtesy of Marmot Dad and his mad cooking skills.Merry Christmas!




3 comments:
I hope everyone has matching hats like Tuey. Glad it was a good day.
There are actually two of those hats and the girls used to wear them together when they were smaller. It was always hilarious looking.
I don't even understand those words you typed about your dinner. And my experience has been that ALL grown men are inexplicably bossy about train sets.
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