Dear Georgia,
Sam has turned my kitchen into a candy factory and my house hasn't smelled this pleasant since I had to close my storm windows.
If he follows through with his end of the bargain and cleans the kitchen at the end of all the twisting, I will let him do it again tomorrow and I will show you how we did it.
In the meanwhile happy singing with Martin on his birthday. I hope audiopest or his trusty sidekick will document for those of us far far away.
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Impressive! That last photo is my favorite. Look at those tinies. I hope Sam cleaned the kitchen, because I'd like to know your process.
ReplyDeleteWe missed you last night. The singing was of a short duration, as everyone with babies had to leave on the early side (boo, blah). I didn't think to bring my recorder, having gotten locked out of my house a couple hours earlier and having planted myself in a helpful way at Mum & Dad's for the duration. Rob didn't think of it either, probably because he was preoccupied with getting The Fun Machine over the Tribal headquarters, so we'd have a makeshift organ (of sorts) (of wacky sorts) mit vich to accompany ourselves caroling. Both Chris and I did, however, capture the annual rendition of Good King Wenceslas by the two eldest Buchert boys. I must admit, it was pretty awful this year. I wonder if it will reach the family airwaves.
Desserts and company were good, however. Except there was no Dad and no you uns and no Annie & Jacob present.