Whimsical Algorithms: December 2012

For Christmas this year, Dad made us all his (soon to be traditional) Empanadas:

There is a great deal of craftsmanship that goes into these.

It takes two days.

And each individual empanada is made with love.

Aren't they cute??

Empanadas take forever... So here are some random pretty Christmas shots:

And the fabulous gingerbread houses!

This one is mine.

Ansil's had way more delicious candy and therefore, unfortunately, had already been attacked by the time I got around to photos.

Della, here is the tree, as requested :)

And Carl the wooden indian, decked out in his holiday best.

And more pretty ornaments...

So how about that?? We're still missing any nativity photos (that was the big gift this year), but getting closer by the day...

Love to you all!

Pictures! Yes, truly, pictures!

As it turns out, the internet at my parents' house is far more compatible with my persnickety laptop than our crazy system in Etown and so, yes indeed, I present to you an actual blog post.

First, a photo.

Here's my dashing young stud of a husband, fabulously attired for the most important outing of our year:

You see, my parents had been away in New Zealand until just before Christmas (attending my brother's college graduation -- Congratulations, Peter!), and so were unable to attend to any of the usual Christmas traditions until they returned home on the 22nd.

Thus, we found ourselves venturing forth on the very last possible day to cut down a tree.

It being, as previously mentioned, the very last possible day, there wasn't exactly a huge crowd.

Or a ton of selection.

But hey, the weather was nice and I got some fun pictures.

Some very fun pictures.

Ansil enjoyed himself thoroughly.

Perhaps a little too thoroughly.

Some trees were just a little scrawny.

But others were simply majestic.

(And, as it turns out, crooked beyond all reason.)

But mostly, majestic.

So my handsome man got busy sawing away.

And he sawed some more...

And very sweetly paused in his labors for a glamour shot.

And so, as I stood as far away from all the actual manual labor as possible, Mom pitched in to make sure Ansil didn't end up squashed under a 9 foot majestic scotch pine.

She is a very thoughtful lady, my mother.

Victory!

Mom is so darn cute.

While waiting for the tractor to come pick us up, we meditated on the grandeur of our selection while recognizing the valiant efforts of a few surrounding Future Christmas Trees.

These babies don't even know it yet, but they are the luckiest trees alive.