On the Third Day of Christmas Vacation
Well, it was Christmas Eve. We all bundled up, hopped into the AWD sleigh (our beloved Subaru Forester), and went down to Rhode Island. It was a great Christmas Eve at Domenic and Erica's house. Uncle John was there, Nanni and Poppa Dom were there. And everyone was in the Christmas spirit. We had really delicious pancakes for brunch and Colby showed us all that pancakes were, in fact, finger foods. Colby and Isaac really hit it off the whole day. Colby would get quiet and move really slowly as he approached Isaac and would hug him or pet his head. It was super cute. Then, during the chaos that was opening Christmas presents, Colby and Isaac had a touching Christmas moment. Isaac saw Colby playing with a truck. Colby then saw Isaac watching him and instead of shielding his truck, he got up, slowly walked towards Isaac and handed him the truck. Here is the proof of this big cuz--little cuz moment:
For the curious, the first annual Nerf War was great. Myles, Domenic, John and I were outside for about 90 minutes. Or more accurately, Domenic, John, and I were outside for 90 minutes. Myles went in after 45 minutes contending that we were a bunch of dorks. He was right. Uncle John came prepared packing two guns and a foam ball bazooka. He also had "screamer" bullets. Also, Myles tagged me square in the forehead during a particularly brutal volley of foam. If it had been a real gun instead of a foam launcher I would have been shot dead, New Jersey execution-style.
Isaac wore his Auntie Monica and Uncle Rob outfit for Christmas Eve, it was a formal affair, after all. Here he is showing off his snazzy duds:
At Uncle John's (the other Uncle John, Bianca's Uncle John) we had delicious seafood dinner--Stuffies, calamari, and other menu items from a traditional Italian Christmas Eve dinner, aka the Feast of the Seven Fishes. It was my first Christmas away from Ohio and I realized just how much I love the traditional Puckett Christmas. But, as in life, all things change, and as I told Uncle John as we chatted about Obama's brilliant last two months of the year, "If I can't be with my family in Ohio, then I want to be with my family in Rhode Island." All in all, it was great, if not different. Ironic then that the year I am not there, Monica hosts what was, by all accounts, a fantastic Feast of the Seven Fishes herself on Christmas Eve.
On the way home we were all pretty tired. Isaac slept like a champ though, 2 hours in the morning, 1:30 in the afternoon. He ate very well and even gave us a little Christmas poop. But by around 8:00 we were all dragging. Mom was in the back of Subbie with Isaac reading books so he wouldn't fall asleep, and Dad was powering home as quick as safety would allow. Around Ayer on Route 2 Isaac began to babble. He has been screeching a lot recently, but the babble was pretty new. Then, just as we were about to let out a sigh of exhaustion, Isaac put the two sounds all fathers wait to here together: "Da Da." I am sure he had no idea what he was saying, or that it was a reference to me, but he said it. Even the skeptical scientist agrees. I have since tried to get it on video, but it has been tough. Here he is reeling off only a few "Da Das" (around 0:29):
We uploaded all of the video from Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning as well as some pictures.
And for the curious, the first annual Nerf War was great. Myles, Domenic, John and I were outside for about 90 minutes. Or more accurately, Domenic, John, and I were outside for 90 minutes. Myles went in after 45 minutes contending that we were a bunch of dorks. He was right. Also, Myles tagged me square in the forehead during a particularly brutal volley of foam. If it had been a real gun instead of a foam launcher I would have been shot dead, New Jersey execution-style.
Christmas entry coming tomorrow.
For the curious, the first annual Nerf War was great. Myles, Domenic, John and I were outside for about 90 minutes. Or more accurately, Domenic, John, and I were outside for 90 minutes. Myles went in after 45 minutes contending that we were a bunch of dorks. He was right. Uncle John came prepared packing two guns and a foam ball bazooka. He also had "screamer" bullets. Also, Myles tagged me square in the forehead during a particularly brutal volley of foam. If it had been a real gun instead of a foam launcher I would have been shot dead, New Jersey execution-style.
Isaac wore his Auntie Monica and Uncle Rob outfit for Christmas Eve, it was a formal affair, after all. Here he is showing off his snazzy duds:
At Uncle John's (the other Uncle John, Bianca's Uncle John) we had delicious seafood dinner--Stuffies, calamari, and other menu items from a traditional Italian Christmas Eve dinner, aka the Feast of the Seven Fishes. It was my first Christmas away from Ohio and I realized just how much I love the traditional Puckett Christmas. But, as in life, all things change, and as I told Uncle John as we chatted about Obama's brilliant last two months of the year, "If I can't be with my family in Ohio, then I want to be with my family in Rhode Island." All in all, it was great, if not different. Ironic then that the year I am not there, Monica hosts what was, by all accounts, a fantastic Feast of the Seven Fishes herself on Christmas Eve.
On the way home we were all pretty tired. Isaac slept like a champ though, 2 hours in the morning, 1:30 in the afternoon. He ate very well and even gave us a little Christmas poop. But by around 8:00 we were all dragging. Mom was in the back of Subbie with Isaac reading books so he wouldn't fall asleep, and Dad was powering home as quick as safety would allow. Around Ayer on Route 2 Isaac began to babble. He has been screeching a lot recently, but the babble was pretty new. Then, just as we were about to let out a sigh of exhaustion, Isaac put the two sounds all fathers wait to here together: "Da Da." I am sure he had no idea what he was saying, or that it was a reference to me, but he said it. Even the skeptical scientist agrees. I have since tried to get it on video, but it has been tough. Here he is reeling off only a few "Da Das" (around 0:29):
We uploaded all of the video from Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning as well as some pictures.
And for the curious, the first annual Nerf War was great. Myles, Domenic, John and I were outside for about 90 minutes. Or more accurately, Domenic, John, and I were outside for 90 minutes. Myles went in after 45 minutes contending that we were a bunch of dorks. He was right. Also, Myles tagged me square in the forehead during a particularly brutal volley of foam. If it had been a real gun instead of a foam launcher I would have been shot dead, New Jersey execution-style.
Christmas entry coming tomorrow.