Christmas and It's Lead-Up

It's a white Christmas here in the South and it's bringing a blessed calm to the 646--though it must be said that the clam is greatly aided Sarah's success in the daily struggle of "how to get Hannah to sleep?" It turns out the girl is more responsive to vigor than subtlety. She prolly gets that from me. So as she naps past feeding time, I'm seizing the opportunity to update this blog. 

The Food-Tree continues, as does our overwhelming gratitude to those who keep bringing us food. The big winner this week is our friend Nancy who figured that we'd be ready for some snacky-noshy things. So she brought us Pimento Cheese! While she claims to make a mean pimento cheese herself (a claim I hope she will substantiate at a later date) she was a crunched for time as any of us and so fell back on the until-recently-ever-dependable Five Points Deli, an establishment which has just closed its doors after 18 years of success. While correlation is not causation, one must wonder how we ended up with the last batch of pimento cheese ever to leave those hallowed grounds. What knocked Sarah's socks off, though, was the accompaniment. Nancy brought with her a key lime pie, courtesy of Mr. Jonathan Klein. Jonathan, you had me at, "My Little Peroni!"

The future Dr. Riley wields the pimento cheese prize.

Also gracing  us with their presence this week were select members of the Bennett clan. Brooklyn resident Bennett, whose first name I forget, brought his son, Lucian, and mother, Grandma Mimi, over for an afternoon at the 646. It was a great visit- plenty of time to catch up and discuss and marvel at the growth at the next generation. Still, watching him drive away reawakened the sadness of having my dearest and closest scattered to the four winds.

Bennett- still tres chic in white socks.

And yes, my mother- Grandma Kushi/ Dr. Cumberland- is here until the 2nd. Here we see her meet her granddaughter (in my favorite hat) for the first time.

It's been wonderful having her here to share our first Christmas at the 646.

Our first tree, presents and all. The stockings may or may not actually be my socks.

However, it is my guess that if you're reading this you really just want more pictures of Hannah Mo. Here we go.

Ah!

Ooh!

The Roly-Poly & the Glo-Worm

Sadly, time waits for no man... or woman, as the case may be. My world's-foremost-authority anthropologist Mom has some story translations to keep rocking through and my college professor wife has a Federal Tax Accounting class (um, yuck) to prep. And I am working on this blog. Here's what our kitchen table looks like.