For some reason I've decided that I'm better off not watching my show every week, and focusing on my life here. It's a good life, with most my favorite people here, which obviously colors my opinion. I wish Henry would show up, but I'll keep hoping and one day he will. It's a bit of a family tradition: we always find each other.
I discovered on Thursday that the expectations I had for how a baby will enjoy Christmas are wildly different than how they actually DO enjoy it. I had all these visions of him impressed with the wrapping paper and the lights and the tree, and Neal did enjoy the lights and the tree and the music, but he could not care less about the paper and the boxes. Mainly he slept through the unwrapping of presents. Next year, I guess?