"Awww...." Rhonda cooed over the picture of ickle Bumby, as she looked at what was in her husband's hands. "Such a tiny little thing, wasn't he? And on such big skis too!" She giggled a little bit, as she noticed that the skis were actually Ernest's - at least, she hoped that was the case, for the skis were obviously taller and weightier both than the kiddo in them....! "Anyway's, yes, he really is a lot bigger these days, isn't he? It's amazing how bloody quickly they grow..." She sounded - slightly sad at that; perhaps she was remembering Patricia, or merely regretting not being there for Bumby's first years - even if such a thing would have been impossible to manage, with Jacky's real mum in the picture...
At any rate, she smiled softly at Jacky boy as she set him aright by the shoulders, gently of course, as he came down from his own "flight"! "Oh, I don't know... I wasn't really expecting anything, you know? I mean - what with "Santa" merely coming for the kiddos..." But still, she briefly allowed herself to gain some hope that there was something under that tree for her - especially after seeing Ernest's photograph...! "I mean - sorry, sweet: it's R-H-O-N-D-A!" She smiled gently at the boy, who was still tripping about almost dizzily, even though he had a purpose now for moving... "I think I can look for myself, though; why don't you sit down and rest a little bit, Captain Hemingway?" She giggled again as she made the crack about his status as a pilot now.