Pictures with very little commentary, if you please.

Gosh, it's been like—what? Twelve years since I've blogged? Well the only thing that's really happened since my last post is that I've formed a mild addiction to Benadryl. No biggie. That, and Tom had a birthday. That, and we went to chilly Montpelier to have an early stocking-stuffer extravaganza with Tom's fam. Observe.

Other than that, Clara's been a bit of a Crankelstiltskin as of late, and as it turns out—my mood is directly dependent on the quality of naps she takes. So I'll give you two guesses as to how they've been going. At the risk of sounding cliché—I wonder if Clara really WILL get a front tooth for Christmas?

Anyway, I've been wanting to find the time to put in a good post before Christmas. But let's be honest. December is a whirlwind of a month—is it not? So instead of a quality post, I'll just throw on a couple of pictures and call it a year. (Not that pictures aren't quality, of course.)

I present: Our weekend in Montpelier in picture form.

Let's end on that happy note.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.