And I have a super-duper splendid new little laptop that I can write all my random burblings on without half-inching BigBear's laptop. Yes, you're right, BigBear did give it to me. No, of course there was no ulterior motive, it was because he loves me. He told me so.
And since it seems too hard to try and condense today into anything particularly coherent, especially after a few glasses of wine, I shall instead condense it into a numerical summary:
0... fights, fallings out, fractious words or fisticuffs
1... extremely happy, extremely excited, extremely tired LittleBear
1.5... hours spent playing in bed with spinosaurus, bunny and a head-torch before getting up
2... new toy dinosaurs (Spinosaurus and Giganotosaurus, since you ask)
3... cousins to play with
4... hours LittleBear managed to contain himself before being able to open his Christmas presents
5... new books to read (for me)
10... people round the table for lunch
12... hours LittleBear kept going without rest, pause or relief before finally collapsing into bed.
13... hours LittleBear kept going without rest, pause or relief before finally falling asleep.
15.5... pounds of turkey
39... roast potatoes (all eaten)
53... brussel sprouts (not all eaten)
60... hours of extra sleep BigBear and I would both like now and are not going to get
Uncounted... the number of presents under the tree
Uncountable... the warmth and love and joy and memories made and shared today. There is nothing in the world as lovely as the joy a small boy finds in Christmas and nothing as infectious as his excitement.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Now, about those sixty extra hours of sleep I'd like...