So I just got back from the family Christmas party. Folks, I fell off the wagon. The health wagon, that is. I met my Waterloo - non-chocolate cake with thick white frosting. (Chocolate is not really tempting to me.) I also had a bunch of nuts that were coated with something. My brother's wife made them. All the sugar has me humming!
It's part of the tradition of the party that "Santa" (usually one of my male cousins) gives presents to the wee ones. E got a little duck that flaps its wings as you push it along. When E was summoned to the front of the room, he smiled at everybody on the way. Then when he sat on Santa's lap (maybe because of Santa's bellowing voice), his face crumpled up like a little Kleenex and he burst into tears. As soon as he was in D's arms, good humor was restored.
We also visited my oldest aunt (92) at the nursing home. We found a card table in an activity room, where we changed E's diaper. The trash had some discarded crafts in it, which were soon joined by E's dirty diaper. "I hope that's really trash, and not storage," said my mom.