Within the first 5 minutes of playing wallyball Joe blocked a shot and broke his pinky finger. Of course he played the remaining 5 hours and then again later that week. It took him 2 trips to urgent care for a temporary cast and a custom cast. Once in Seattle he will see a hand surgeon and possibly physical therapy. I wonder how intense pinky physical therapy can get?
Christmas morning was low key but enjoyable. Dahlia and Monti each received American Girl horses. It was the one item that Dahlia said she wanted from Santa in the ER room before she was stitched up. They both have already begged me to let them ride home on the airplane with them in their laps. I convinced Monti to let me crate them up for the plane ride if I added a carrot to the box in case her horse gets hungry.
Sometimes it is more entertaining to watch the people trying to get the good picture than the photo subjects themselves.
Joe is doing his best to tease the kids. We all went to Chip and Kim’s house for a Christmas Eve party.
Gwendolyn decided to wear Monti’s dress which happened to match Dahlia’s. Dahlia was thrilled that Gwendolyn would want to match her. Gwendolyn did her best to brainwash the girls into being Chicago Sox fans. It looks like she may have swayed Dahlia.
Each girl received a gift certificate to get one outfit for their American Girl doll. There are probably well over 300 outfits available there so the decision took some time. They came home with a riding outfit, a beach outfit, and a ballet ensemble.
A snow storm was predicted to roll through on Tuesday so we moved up our plans to head downtown Chicago to do some Christmas shopping at Water Tower Place. We left after dinner and all 3 girls were dead asleep within 10 minutes of leaving the house. It was good because we stayed out till about 11:00.
Once inside the theater we could relax and enjoy the show. Ten minutes into the ballet Dahlia leaned over and whispered to me “Mom why aren’t they singing?” I must agree with Dahlia ballet seems to be lacking a certain something when it comes to telling a story.
Each of the girls received a black cape to wear to the ballet in
Chicago. Each cape had it’s own unique colored lining. The problem was
that the temperature in Chicago was -3 before you considered the wind.
We were all so chilled to the bone it was just simply hard to move.
Long capes are a little more difficult to maneuver in and
they can catch the wind very easily. Both Dahlia and Gwendolyn fell
between the parking garage and the Auditorium Theater. Even with the
problems I loved the image of three little girls in a row walking in
their black capes with Mama following in her black cape. It was such
a great dramatic effect.
