It’s that time of year again. My hands have been tangled up in yarn, as sock after sock spills from my needles. I have switched from my old steel double-points to beautiful Brittany wooden needles. Everything about them is lyrical and soothing, and frankly, I want more of that as the holidays barrel towards us.

We had a home-Thanksgiving. With Jon’s brother and his family in from out of state, there were nine kids, four parents and one giant puppy under one roof for the better part of a week. It was pretty great, actually. I love having family around for holidays. We had the traditional Fast Food Feast the night before Thanksgiving, because seriously, who wants to cook?The remains of the day… Like just about every other American house, we had too much, and I found myself wishing for a longer table and more faces I could welcome and feed.Tiberius is getting huge. He’s five months old this week, and is running at about 80 pounds now. It’s time for puppy school. He’s completely housebroken and never has accidents in the house, but he simply cannot control himself when left to his own devices, as evidenced by how he helped me with the Christmas presents last week:
He ate three books, a wreath, and the door bells. I was, apparently, gone too long. We came up with a solution, though…
There is no way he’s outgrowing that beast of a crate. Thanks to a local friend who was downsizing from her Great Dane, we inherited this joy. Now Ty again has his own space, and I can keep him (and the Christmas tree) safe while I am out. Over/Under on Bean locking himself in the crate was 30 seconds. Actual time: 12 seconds.He’s not always in trouble- Sometimes he’s just cute. The kids had fun dumping the ornaments on the tree, and I tried to just let them do it. I have a fancy tree named “Mr. Fabulous” in the front room- this is the family tree, and it’s way more fun for them to decorate it themselves. Ty has only eaten one ornament, and one branch. So far, so good.Bean has found an author that resonates with him, and he’s become a specifically voracious reader, after years of struggling. OT and PT do work, folks- it takes a while sometimes, but keep it up.  I love this snap of him, lost in his book.And this is why we love him, even when he eats Christmas presents, messes with my yarn, and slobbers on the pillows. How could you not just love that face? He waits like this for Bean to come home everyday, and then bounds down the stairs to the front door. Bean lays on the floor and they wrestle for a bit before they head outside together. Every once in a while he’s too much of a dog for Bean, but they’re growing up together and he loves him so much they find ways around the drool and the loving of digging holes in mud puddles.

In Abby news, we have our 5th 4.0 honor roll award in a row. It’s all her.And Jeffrey has taken up cross-stitch. He found a photo of a mastiff and turned it into a pattern for his first one. He takes it to church now, stitches through the meetings.I’ll just leave you with this gem: