As mentioned previously, Peter and I went nowhere this holiday. It was the first Christmas in ten years that I haven’t travelled and it was wonderful. Instead, our family came to us and we got to enjoy this amazing bit of the world we call home.
It looked like this:
Our Christmas tree.
Christmas Eve morning. I had to work but Peter and I got up early to exchange stockings and eat cinnamon knots in front of the roaring (Netflix) fire.
Christmas Eve snuggles with Bella.
Christmas morning with Peter’s family.
Christmas Day swim.
Christmas dinner.
Feeding ducks outside our house.
Fishing off the local pier.
Dinosaurs storming the castle. (6 is an awesome age!)
Fairies exist.
New Year’s Eve.
Stories by the fire. Well, one story, really. Conservative estimate: I read “Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus” 143 times this week.
New Year’s Day, watching a sea plane land in Porpoise Bay.
A New Year’s Day game of hide-and-seek got pretty intense. And dusty. My big brother wins for cramming himself into a kitchen cupboard.
Karissa Reads Books 
Happy new year!
I can’t wait for the day we don’t have to travel on Christmas. Maybe that will be the case one year while we are atill in Edmonton and we will have out own little Christmas, it will be nice none-the-less.
I saw that pigeon book for the first time the other day at my brother’s! In case you are interested and don’t know, there is one about a hot dog too.
Happy New Year! Staying put at Christmas is pretty great. And, I imagine, would be even more appreciate when you have a couple of young kids!
Yes, there’s actually a whole series of Pigeon books – they’re great. We have “The Pigeon Wants a Puppy” but for some reason it wasn’t quite as well-loved. Who can understand the mind of a 3-year-old!