The Christmas Post Show

For born unto you this day is a small child, barfing…

We here at This Just In headquarters had no intention of the blog going dark for a week. Oh no, there were all sorts of reindeer games planned. But then, the barfing began.

Not just one child, but two. And cats. Between the stomach bug going around the preschool and the mystery virus that gave Dan-El a 102+ temp for three days and felines that cough up hairballs as a sport, it was fun. It kinda became like a vomit-y game of the old board game "Clue."

I'll take Jak-El, in the bedroom, after a cookie.

I say Dan-El, at daycare, after circle time.

No no no. Definitely one of the cats, anywhere in the house, just because.

Everyone, knock wood, is fine at the moment. Interesting side note: After the last time Dan-El barfed at school, he was out of clean clothes, so they changed him into a spare t-shirt which read "All Canadian Boy." Does throwing up on one's self twice in less than 45 minutes automatically make you Canadian? Intriguing citizenship test, to say the least.

Ah, you stand under mistletoe. We make sexy time now?

It's very difficult to get through a holiday meal with a straight face after your husband observes (very accurately, I might add) that a member of the extended family looks like Borat.

The loot

Santa was very good to everyone. Jak-el's army of action figures now includes a Dalek, a Cyberman, The Doctor, Bumblebee, Optimus Prime, yet another Power Ranger and The Joker. Dan-El got the Super Friends Aquaman, and added to his fleet of Thomas trains and Bob the Builder vehicles.




Their "big" gift was a Thomas tent and matching sleeping bags. The cats were unimpressed.


The husband and I keep our gifts to each other simple, mainly clothes, chocolate, and for me, kitchen stuff that I never think to buy for myself, so I give him a list at the holidays.

This year's culinary goodies included a mortar and pestle and a new cutting board. Before wrapping the latter, the husband taped a picture of David Tennant to it that Jak-El had ripped out of his new "Doctor Who Adventures." My spouse thinks he's a comedian, mocking my mature appreciation of the fine writing and acting on the BBC production.

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Yeah, so I keep the cutting board on my nightstand and gaze lovingly at it. You got a problem with that?



The booze, part 1

A shot of Glenlivet makes the "Transformers" cartoon much easier to sit through.

Fashion show!

It just ain't Christmas Eve without new pajamas.



Holiday traditions according to Jak-El, part 1

[a conversation on the way to school, the week before Christmas]

Lois: We're having lots of people over on Christmas Eve. Grandma and Grandpa Kent, and Grandma Lane, and Uncle Pete and Aunt Lana, and maybe Diana and Kara…

Jak-El: But not Bruce (Jak-El's best bud from school), because he doesn't celebrate Christmas. He celebrates Hanukkah.

Lois: That's right. But I bet he'll be doing something fun with his family. You know what a lot of my Jewish friends do on Christmas Day? They go to the movies and then get Chinese food.

Jak-El: Jewish people don't eat popcorn?!?!?!??!

Oooh, pretty..

One of the best things about Christmas, by far, has been Dan-El's look of amazement nearly every time he sees the lights on our porch go on. It's great to be a kid.


The booze, part 2

Wine is not typically made from blueberries. There's a reason for that.

No more new Who until the summer? What? What? WHAT?

Jak-El and I watched the Doctor Who Christmas special "Voyage of the Damned" this week, and it was most excellent. (God bless YouTube and those with enough free time to post such things, everyone.) I've decided that if we ever have a third child, he (or she) will be named Bannakaffalatta.

Holiday traditions according to Jak-El, part 2

Jak-El informed me yesterday that everyone in England celebrates Kwanzaa. So Happy Kwanzaa, Jayne!


And finally, a holiday message from Adam West.

(found via Occasional Superheroine)