Wanted: extra arm. Must be attached to accomplished, stable ice skater who wants to support one half of a wobbly nervous almost four year old boy while hockey players whiz by and small children crash land. Luckily, my sister is such a person, and she has a good attitude about it. She figures he has to learn some how. Personally, after one round with David, I was ready to turn his ice skating education over to professionals, except that he refuses all classes and lessons. Oy. My sister reminded at one point we had three children in this predicament. I had forgotten. Let's just say ice skating was not the high point of my Christmas day.

Highlights:

Rose and David dancing around the house with their new fm radio/pedometers.

Blasting stomp rockets at dusk. You could just barely see the white rockets in the darkening sky.

My new pens. My new necklace. My new dustpan.