Today the family holday supper was at my mother's. It was the same crowd as at Dad's, except without T's other grandparents. Which was a good thing, as we were quite crowded in Mom's place; two more people would not have been workable.

The kids all played together quite well, by which I mean no actual fisticuffs erupted, although N did plaintivly call for an uncaring universe to remove his little sister every ten minutes or so. They also shared the collection of toys quite well. Having so many new toys made that easy, as everyone could have a new toy to play with; still, I've seen situations when jelously took ever.

Then came one more session of snow-play. N learned that when his Uncle Chris says "Don't throw snowballs at me!", Uncle Chris is not kidding. Uncle Chris proved himself capable of moving a very large volume of snow into N's clothing.

When little T got to the hyperactive "Got to keep moving or I'll fall asleep!" stage, her parents took off with her. Z crashed a couple of hours ago, falling asleep quite rapidly. Now N is fighting off bedtime. We accomplished the PJ's, now it's tooth brushing time. All this would be easier except his mother passed out an hour or so ago, so now it's Grammy and Dad supervising, which is not what N is used to.

Good times, good times. I am also looking forward to a few hours of adult conversation when the last little one passes into Slumberland.

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