Christmas Cough

I brought home a nasty bug. Everyone is sick but I got the worst of it - turned into a mild bit of pneumonia. We have spent most of the vacation on the couch. At least we have a comfortable couch with a fireplace in front of it. I have been managing to write something in the Novel every day so at least there is a slight feeling of accomplishment.

Naomi has been making more progress upstairs. It would be great if it is pretty much cleaned out by the end of the holiday, but I suppose that depends mostly on how we are feeling.

We had a nice Christmas dinner with our friend Susan and her family. Amélie tried applesauce at the big table - this was her first food other than milk. She didn't like it. Yesterday I shared my popsicle with Abigail which was her first 'food'. She loved it and started crying when we cut her off. Probably would have eaten the whole thing if is was up to her.

In the last couple days Abigail has also started talking a lot. For Amélie this is normal, and she has a crystal-clear voice like a champaign glass. Abigail's is more like a frosted tumbler. They are both peacefully asleep in front of the fire after their first journey into temperatures below freezing. We took them on a bit of a walk this morning.

Merry Christmas!!