The extended family converged not once, but twice this year - at Thanksgiving here in flyover country and again in CA for Christmas. There was a remarkable lack of drama - which is, I suppose, dramatic in its absence. Turns out we actually all like each other.
There were no Christmas cards. Whoops! There was a photo shoot but then…. yeah.
Papa Fritz was very excited to take the kids out on his new boat. I had more than a couple nightmares about the ocean swallowing my children, and practical angst my girl would freak the fuck out on the boat, but she LOVED it and no one drown. Win!
I'm obviously in the midst of some mid-life post-vacation late-winter existential meh. I'm weirdly not unhappy and we have lots of good things coming up, but this milestone has done a number on my head. A situation not improved when I re-watched the jelly bean video. Which is silly and triggers my sweet tooth, but I figure I only have about 14,000 beans left. What shall I do?