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.
If you’d come here, you could have celebrated with the tree still up. That was our project for the weekend — get it down! And it is down. A few boxes left to go in the attic, but Christmas is over. The Easter box comes down tomorrow so the egg tree can go up.
Too funny! I need to hear more about the egg tree!