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[the_rck]

On Christmas Eve, we introduced Delia to snow. Well, we bundled her up and took her out for a walk, anyway. She looked at the white stuff all around, but she didn't actually try to touch it or pick it up. She just toddled forward for a three block walk, having a wonderful time. We got a few not very good pictures (for some reason, she wouldn't stand still!). By the time we got home again, her face was bright red. She didn't want to go inside, though. I don't think she's yet made the connection between feeling cold and being outside.

I suspect that she'll try actually getting into the snow the third or fourth time we take her out in it. Of course, doing that may take a while. I have asthma to cold air and so hesitate to venture out, and Delia doesn't actually have winter gear that she can walk in. When we took her out, we layered clothes, light jackets and sweaters to give her reasonable protection for a short walk, but she struggles against each new piece of clothing. If we could get her to grow another few inches, she could wear her snowsuit...

In this case, we needed to deliver a couple of misdelivered pieces of mail, both to the same house (one was actually misaddressed to a house number that doesn't exist on our street, but the neighborhood map told us where the correct recipients lived). We also wanted to deliver an invitation to our New Year's Eve potluck to some friends who live just a bit down the street.

Speaking of the New Year's Eve thing-- Some of you, I've talked to and you can't come. Some of you I haven't talked to because I have the impression you already have plans. Others... Well, I lose track of who I have and haven't talked to. The thing isn't an open house because we hope actually to sit down and have a meal at the table, but we've still got room for a couple more people. If you see this and will be in the area and free for dinner on New Year's Eve, drop me a line. We may still have space for you to join us.

Scott and I spent all day Christmas Eve running around trying to get everything done that needed doing. I made bacon wrapped dates and coffee cake. Naturally, we failed to accomplish everything. I didn't finish the last scarf, and Scott didn't finish the DVD of his family's home movies. Oh, well, everybody was understanding about the delays.

We decided to ration Delia's presents so as not to overwhelm her with stuff. Christmas Eve, we opened the package my mother had sent which had a lot of clothes, three or four books and a couple of simple puzzles. Delia's still not entirely clear on the puzzle concept. She likes pulling the pieces out, but she wants us to put them back for her.

Once Delia was in bed, Scott and I exchanged gifts. I'd bought him a handheld computer that he wanted, and he'd gotten me all three seasons of Slayers. He managed to find them on E-bay at a decent price and *not* bootlegs. I think he was startled by my glee over them, though I'm not sure why. I like owning copies of good stories. It's why I collect books, and it's why I collect DVDs and videos. I don't want the medium; I covet the story.

Comments

[lady-of-mists.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you all are having a good time. :) Excellent.

[weisshund.livejournal.com]

With this latest snowfall of Death Storm 2005, have you taken your daughter outside?

[the_rck]

Actually, yes. Between the time she woke up from her nap this afternoon and when it got dark. She was enjoying it until we got to the end of the driveway. At that point, she wanted to keep going out into the street, and I wouldn't let her. I think she couldn't tell that that's where she was going (she hasn't tried to go into the street for months). At any rate, I had to drag her back inside while she cried.