Finally finished celebrating Christmas this weekend. Yes, you read that correctly.
Between the swim meets, volleyball games, gymnastics competitions and a million other things, this was the first weekend we could get together with Jacquie and her family. Jacquie is my dearest friend from college, a soul sister who is sometimes mistaken for actually being my sister. Jacquie is Catherine’s godmother and I am godmother to her son, Dominic.
There was no way to include Jacquie’s oldest, “Big Kathryn,” in the Christmas equation — she is at Temple U (and at nearly 21 destined to be “Big Kathryn” forever!).
We made the best of the date anyway, and packed the car up for a quick trip to Cranston, R.I., yesterday morning. It’s there that Jacquie’s three kids and Catherine have always behaved like cousins.
I was quickly reminded that far too much time goes by between our get-togethers.
You see, these kids:
Are now these kids:
How did that happen?
After dinner, Dominic drove the girls to the mall – drove them! in a car!
There, the three of them and a friend saw a horror movie that Dom declared terrific and the girls agreed was “stupid.”
This is how Catherine and Laura looked to go out:
As we watched them go, Dominic with the car keys in hand, I asked Jacquie, “Aren’t they supposed to still be toddling around here in diapers?!”
The best answer she could muster was to take another sip of her wine.