Yes I realize my last post was a while ago, so I thought I’d just regale you with a few pictures from some Christmas festivities.  I will not regale you with the tale of Maya, She Who Barfs On Daddy at Christmas Dinner.  That shall be another post.

Maya shows Devin who is boss:

Daddy is about to take a bite out of a naughty boy:

The twinkles enjoy playing “house” with a new, er, house:

Devin is excited about his new helicopter:

The twinkles love playing “food”:

I take that back.  I shall indeed tell you the tale of The Night When Maya Barfed on Daddy at Christmas Dinner.  It’s actually not that long.  We were visiting with the Reeds and their clan (Terry, Jo, Alan, Val, Susan, Sarah, Jessie) and other assorted relatives (the Fishers, and boyfriends).  Steph, the twinkles and myself were enjoying some “beerds” (as Maya calls them), and munching on ribs n’ snacks.  Maya announces that she is ready to go home.  She repeats this several times over the course of about 10 minutes, and of course nobody wants her (and presumably us, but one can never be sure) to leave.  I took her aside to Aunt Jo’s couch in the formal living room, picked her up and asked, “Maya, why do you want to go home?”  She restated her request… and followed up with 4 rounds of bile, vomit and assorted gastrointestinal juices – squarely onto my chest.  I just held her there, in disbelief,  while Steph, Val and Aunt Jo ran around with towels, Maya, air freshener, paper towels and laughter.  It was almost surreal.  I hate to say it, but I think she didn’t like Mom’s shrimp & grits from breakfast.  Sorry Mom.  At any rate, she was pretty freaked out by the situation as she has never barfed before, so we decided to take her home.  Thanks Uncle Terry and Aunt Jo for letting us visit, and barf on your couch!  Perhaps we may yet be invited to return next year…