It's like homework

We've been watching Buffy, starting from the beginning. It's on every day so it's hard to keep up. I realized that last year at this time we were watching Angel, so we've been doing this for a year. Wow, just think of all the time I've wasted on these shows! I have to admit, I liked Angel better. I've enjoyed the shows, but I'm looking forward to being done. It's like trying to keep up with a soap opera.

These results don't surprise me. Thanks to Raising WEG for the quiz.

Which Buffy the Vampireslayer character are you?

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Christmas, a little late!

Oh, Christmas was so fun this year. Exhausting, but amazing. I felt like we celebrated for a week. We were home Christmas morning and Cor and I were so excited to have Owen come down stairs to open his presents. I made the mistake of just wrapping gifts and putting them under the tree before Christmas, so there wasn't that element of, "Wow, what's that?" I think next year I'll hide them in my room, duh. So anyway, we had to get Owen up on Christmas morning since Cor's mom was coming over later that day and we wanted to have our little celebration done. We crept upstairs and jumped on his bed saying, "You gotta get up, it's Christmas!" He told us to go back to bed for 10 more minutes, as he needed his coffee. We managed to rouse him but he was soaking wet...we haven't had a leak in how long, it figures it would have been Christmas morning, heh. We put him on the changing table, and the whole time he was crying, "Ni-ni, ni-ni!" He wanted to go back to bed. Too funny. We finally got him cleaned up and downstairs, but he wouldn't go into the living room until he had his coffee...er, orange juice. It took a bit to get him started with the presents, but after he opened his stocking he finally had it. He enjoyed each toy as he opened it, which was so much fun to watch, and made me wish I had given into my urge to fill up the tree with gifts. All said and done, he had a few puzzles and books, a little stuffed monster, and a larger stuffed bear chair. Later on, when Grandma and the beloved Uncle Ryan got there, he opened his train set, which he adores ("Play? Choo choo?"). I was giddy about the bear chair, but so far he's been lukewarm about it, other than some intermittent affection.

I was a bit worried with all the presents we had under the tree for later celebrations, that he wouldn't be able to stop opening presents, but he was a really good boy. At Grandma's house and Busia's house later in the week he was very helpful with handing out presents ("Heavy!") and I don't remember hearing the dreaded "Mine!" All told, favorite presents were the train set, a small pull-back-and-release PT Cruiser, a chunky puzzle with vehicles, a box of 2-piece puzzles, and a large box of Duplo Legos.

The present opening was fun, but I really loved watching him interact with his extended family. Corey's brothers live too far away, but it didn't take him long to warm up and he loved being the center of attention at Grandma's house. Things will be different next year as one of Cor's brothers has a baby on the way, but different in a good way. He danced and hammed up a storm. Weird Al's "White and Nerdy" is his favorite song to jam to. Uncle Ryan in particular was tireless, reading yet another book or putting aside his computer to entertain Owen one more time. Owen and Grandma decorated cookies, yet another opportunity to wonder when this big boy replaced my baby.

At my mom's house it was utter chaos, with 9 grandchildren running around, but Owen was right in the thick of it. The older little boys were really good with him, and there were lots of giggles. As soon as we walked in the house, he called, "Busia!" Five minutes later he was calling for "Tia!" (my niece) (said with one syllable, like T'ya!) and it didn't take long for him to add "Efan!" to his repertoire, though he applied that name to several of my nephews. Grandpa made him giggle with his Donald Duck voice. My mom got the four youngest boys matching PJ's, but Owen managed to foil our attempts at getting a picture of them in front of the tree. Stinker.

His schedule was trashed, he ate nothing but junk, but through it all he was a good boy. What a trooper. This turned out to be really long, and all about Owen, but I wanted to get it out before I forgot. More on Christmas later.