I'm guessing you're waiting for pictures, and a report--perhaps?--of the JEDA household's Christmas ado.
In case you hadn't heard, I got a new camera. It baffles me. It's taken me this long to work out how to get the pictures from the camera onto the computer.
I don't really know much about photography, though I'd like to. I've been thoroughly reading and rereading the instruction manual in hopes that something in it will be magically transformed into lucid sense in my brain. It helped when I stopped trying to read it in Danish, and downloaded the English version off the internet. But I'm still pretty lost. If anyone knows of a decent "Digital Photography For Base Morons" book that can explain to me what ISO means, or how aperture should be related to depth of field, or what any of that has to do with shutter speed and why 90% of what I've taken with the curséd thing comes out looking like a drunk man's blurry epiphany, by all means, let me know.
In the meantime, here's a few pictures of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. All the Christmas Eve ones were taken with my humble point-and-shoot Pentax, and, therefore, should be correspondingly less wonderful than the Christmas Day ones. Please help me maintain this delusion as it's the only way I can possibly continue to justify the price of the new one.
This year's gingerbread creation:
Being the great designer of seafaring vessels that he is, Mister had his heart set on a boat. So he designed one. He carefully measured and drew out all the pieces for me to bake. Then he painstakingly glued them all together with melted sugar. I know I was supposed to let the kids decorate, but after all that work I just couldn't. I let them watch though, and the smoke made of Necco chips was EM's idea.
Mister tells me it's a clipper. A pepperkake clipper. Which gets translated into Missy speak as a peckercocker clitter. Which is, frankly, hysterical, and I refuse to correct her.
Also new this year: decent weather.
All dressed up and ready for a dinner I knew they wouldn't eat. My kids have no appreciation whatsoever for the carb-laden beauty of a full turkey dinner. Elder Miss is getting closer. She loves herself a good leg of juicy dark meat, and she nibbled around the edges of the stuffing and declared it...okay. But the other two whined from start to finish. Their loss. I did a superb job on it this year. I hate to say this to all my Thanksgiving dinner attendees, but my Christmas turkey is ALWAYS better than my Thanksgiving turkey. Always.
Christmas Eve is the one night every year that I dust off my cheap white wine glasses and let the kids use them at dinner for their fizzy Christmas soda. As you can see EM looks forward to this event with much refined and cultivated enthusiasm.
Which brings us to Christmas morning. I plan to upload a full album onto my Picasa site sometime soon, but for now here's three of the better pictures I managed to take with my new toy.
Everyone left for Rosendal a couple days after Christmas. Everyone, that is, except me. I stayed behind to enjoy a little peace, quiet, and complete lack of responsiblity. I'll catch a ferry and join the others tomorrow.
Happy New Year's everybody! See you on the flip side.