After months of waiting to see them, my sons are finally here! Max (on the left) made the mistake of telling me that the moon looked really cool over the mountains, so I made him and Sam get up on the roof with me while I took their picture. They’re used to this, I’ve been sticking a camera in their faces forever.
They flew in from Providence Thursday night and Buck and I feel like we’ve just been laughing ever since. They’ve been cracking us up, and helping us move furniture. Actually, they’ve done all the furniture moving. This is the first time we’ve had our furniture in the house and it’s excellent … I forgot how nice it is to have a couch to sit on. And they didn’t even complain while I carefully considered each move of the couch or chairs and then said, “No, let’s try it over here instead …” 
I did that four or five or five times.
My daughter Cody is staying in Boston for the holiday. It was a tough decision for her, I know she wanted to be with us but she also wanted to be with her boyfriend. I stayed out of it by supporting her decision whatever she chose. It’s hard enough to make decisions without your mother putting in her two-cents. I know this because my own mother had an opinion about everything and didn’t need any prompting to verbalize it, and wouldn’t stop verbalizing even when you asked her to. My mother’s constant “advice” made life miserable, actually. I never want to inflict that on my kids. We miss Cody, but that’s all part of this growing up stuff I guess. (My growing up, but her as well.) She sent a surprise duffel bag of Christmas packages on the plane with the boys, “To make me and Sam look bad, as usual,” Max said. But I said, “Yay! Thank god for daughters! Now give me that wonderful-wonderful duffel bag …”
Awwwww….your sons are so handsome. At their ages, I think having 2/3 of your kids home for Christmas is pretty good, statistically. The photos are so great, and it sounds like everyone’s having a great time. And you got your furniture moved! Yay! Wonder what’s in those duffel bag packages…have you shaken them?
How wonderful your sons are there. You are a good mom to stand beside your daughter and let her make her own decisions. I can’t say I stay out of my daughter’s stuff all the time – although I try. I hope you have a wonderful holiday.
Damon showed up here tonight too, after a 9 hour drive from Buffalo NY. He is staying until Wednesday morning. His girlfriend let him use her car so he has to return it quickly. He looks good too. I’ll take some pictures. Sarah and Obie are letting him stay here for 4 nights which I am actually surprised at. They still hold him accountable for all the problems he has caused us with his drug problems which seem to be under control for the past couple of years. I am stealing the photos of Sam so Damon can see him. I know Damon is disappointed that Sam is not here. But maybe it’s just as well. They always seem to get into trouble together. Hopefully they are finally growing up and learning their lessons. They have a 20 year friendship which is never going to go away. I think they have both learned a lot in the past couple of years , especially since Kira passed away. Damon spent last Christmas in the Cape Cod Psyche ward for crack cocaine. I think this year will be better. He looks healthy and has a positive attitude. He has a girlfriend, who for once is not crazy, he lives in a nice house and is keeping a good job. But I’m still taking one day at a time.
@ MBMQ – Yes, statistically I’m doing pretty good. And I have shaken the packages, but I can’t tell what’s in them.
@ Little Miss – I hope you guys all have a wonderful holiday … I know you will, you’ll have a blast with all those little ones around!
@ Joan – Excellent, I’m so glad Damon made it home for Christmas! I know he’s in for a good year, and you too! I’ll check in with you guys Christmas Eve and say hi.
Warm & Fuzzies for all!
The boys look so good, Wendy. In my mind I think of Max as nine and Sam as thirteen. When did they get to be grown-ups anyway?
Can’t wait to hear what prizes Cody got you.
And now I’m off to play Half-Life 2 Episode 2, hoping it will help me recover from my harrowing food-shopping excursion at the dreaded freaking Stop & Shop.
If Joan hadn’t been there to keep me in line I probably would have shot somebody. The place was mobbed–packed with obliviots leaving their damn wagons in the middle of aisles, hogging the meat counter while they gossiped with friends, etc. etc.
One good thing was that I got to see Joan in action driving the cripple wagon or whatever you call that riding thing for the handicapped. She’s so good, she can even back up. Very impressive.
We’ll miss you Christmas Eve.
Love to all,
B.
Glad your sons came home for the holidays! Hope you all have a wonderful Christmas!
@ Curious C – Have a wonderful holiday!
@ Barbara – I hate that kids grow up. It’s too weird.
Our supermarket here is just as bad, and here it is Dec. 24 and I haven’t gone yet. I’ll have to set aside like two hours today just to go there. I’ll give you guys a call tonight. This is Christmas Eve, right?
@ Brian – Here’s wishing you and Alan a great Christmas!
How wonderful to have your handsome sons home with you! It must have been so hard of you to keep your opinion to yourself when you wanted your girl home so badly…I’m not looking forward to those days.
Merry Christmas to you ALL!!
@ Susan – Thank you! And Merry Christmas to you and your family!