It’s Christmas morning — K is cooking up a new recipe of pancakes (“Orange Cloud Pancakes”), the kids are alternately gawking at unopened presents (which must wait until after breakfast) and making cards for various people. Thanks to Global Warming, we have a wonderful white Christmas, replete with ice on the ground and blowing snow.

We’re having a old-fashioned NY winter here so far. There is a good foot of snow on the ground, which showed up in 3-6″ doses over last week. The kids had school canceled twice.  Of course, snow means sledding and sledding means… Well, let’s just say W’s birthday was a bit anticlimactic for him — or you could say it was all too exciting.

We celebrated the twin’s birthday at lunch (ice cream cake!) and headed outside to shovel (again) and play a bit.  Both kids had gotten so into sledding that they insisted they could go it alone.  W’s first solo trip down the hill was exciting for him and everything seemed to go well.  The second trip was disastrous.  He went flying down the hill, screaming happily, and whacked right into a sign post.  He was still screaming, but it wasn’t so happy.

It was quickly apparent that he wasn’t just crying out of fear, so I packed him up and headed for the hospital.  Sure enough, the poor little guy had broken his clavical.   Some birthday present.

We’re told that, if you’re going to break a bone, it’s the best one to break — it heals relatively quickly and ususally without complications.  But that medical fact doesn’t stop it from hurting.  But W is a tough little guy and put a brave face on the whole thing.  He almost wouldn’t admit to the doctor that his shoulder hurt.

It’s been almost a week since the crash and he’s improving daily — Christmas morning helped him figure out how to get out of bed by himself.  Though he’s not using his hurt arm much, being one-handed didn’t slow him down in the least when it came to opening presents!
As Grandparents requested, I’ll try to get some Christmas pictures online later today.  For now, there is a bumch of cooking and cleaning for the company coming later.   Between the roast lamb and fresh pizzelles, there is no where in the world I’d rather be than right here this afternoon!

I hope you’re feeling the same way this afternoon — Merry Christmas!