While cutting cucumbers (for refrigerator pickles), I sliced part of the tip of my thumb off.
I had to wear this giant, ridiculous bandage because danged if I was going to let my fingertip come between me and my dinner.
Speaking of dinner, Jordan and I ate a delicious, romantic, candlelit Christmas Eve dinner.
... in our pj's.
I made some awesome cookies.
Jordan and I broke tradition and exchanged presents. He surprised me with an espresso maker!
... which came broken.
I am injured!
On Christmas Day...
I brought my camera to the in-law's festivities, almost solely to take pictures of Jordan's cousin's kids.
Tell me if they are not the most adorable, photogenic kids ever.
Also, I felt my niece kick. I've felt babies kick before, but it's wonderful, and mysterious every time.
I already love her so much.
On Boxing Day...
The highlight for me was opening a package of Trader Joe's Candy Cane Joe-Joes.
I basically transformed into Gollum, snatching the package away from Jordan and literally hugging it to my chest.
(Side note: did you know when you search 'candy cane joe joes' in Google Images, you get results of Taylor Swift? I didn't.)
Another highlight of the day was watching my aunt squeal like a little girl when she opened a hand-knit red stocking cap from my grandma. She said she's wanted one her whole life; I've never seen someone get so excited over a hat! It was awesome.
My sister and I played two hours of Angry Birds.
And I am not ashamed.
End Holiday Festivities.
The rest of this week, from then until now, have been filled with brewery tours, and cross-country skiing, and movie marathons, and playing with babies, and sushi. I am a lucky, lucky woman.