In our grande family tradition, I give you the Christmas card picture we will not be sending.
I wrote a letter and sent a few copies, but then I magically lost all of the hard copies and digital copies, so I'll briefly reiterate here:
Our family has survived another year. Alex converted a Geo Tracker to a battery operated electric vehicle which we smugly drove for about six weeks until the motor melted because we pushed it as hard as the naughty salespeople told us we could. Alex is currently disemboweling a very old forklift on our driveway for its motors. We hope this will result in a better motor for our car and an attractive planter in the spring. We just need a few cinder blocks to make sure it doesn't go anywhere, and we'll be set.
Jenny carefully ignored all mentions of forklifts and motors, as well as gave birth to half of the family children this year. When asked how she feels about forklift motors, she responded by plugging her ears, curling up in a ball, and whimpering. We don't know what this means.
Grace fell in love with chocolate and developed a near-Shakespearean vocabulary this year. (She can say Brachiosaurus. Even Shakespeare didn't use that in his works.)
Henry was born and has learned to sit up, eat semi-solid foods, and do differential equations in his head. (Just because he can't speak or write doesn't mean he's not doing them.)
We hope you and yours are as contented and stocked with chocolate as we and ours.
Much love, The C Family.
PS. All the baby boys wore dresses back when this was taken, so Nyeh.