Happy New Year

What is going on here

Full of expectations, the baby Jesus, who brings presents in this country, coming soon, we made gingerbread cookies and drew Christmas dinky cards and made ornaments and decorated the tree. We danced round the tree after we embellished it with our aged ornaments, a dash of spontaneous happiness, as if it was the Christmas eve already.

Mittens

I knitted them. I am happy about them. They are big but that does not matter to the little guy. A good thing about knitting them was that I figured out the pattern. Well, except for the fact that they are too big. The yarn: the leftover from the autumnal sweater and that came from here. I think I had Castanas.

So much cuteness around here. I am still delighted by the play the kids performed for their parents today at the little Christmas party in the kindergarten. It was A Journey to Betlehem. Oh, the teachers, they had it so nicely prepared, the narration, talking, playing, singing.

We read Six Bullerby children now before bed. It is so positive and happy and it makes the l. g. happy too. He wants to do stuff like they do and sometimes he acts like them and I pretend I don't notice.
 My own adult life is less interesting. Apart from the fact that I booked a hotel in Verona for our winter tour in February.

Devils all around

The little guy had to stay at home today, there were supposed to be devils around at kindergarten today and he was scared to go. I do not blame him. And it does not help to tell him that they are normal people in costumes. The St. Nicholas and the angel are ok but the devil is too much. Poor kids. For a little sweat something or a little tiny present they need face up looking at the devil sticking out his tongue at them and they must say a little rhyme or sing a little song or just to prove that they have been obedient and good all year. What a non-psychological approach. Or is it?

So the little guy had it good with me at home. Lot of playing, watching, playing and watching.