More Christmas

Photodocumentation is in high gear here.
Christmas dinner, unabe style.

Janine and DHawk watching "All I want for Christmas is a dog, Charlie Brown." This classic contains lines like "older sisters are the crabgrass in the lawn of life!"
Just happy to be at home.Same here.
DHawk playing with his cars.

Christmas

SHV and DKV got a new camera today, so have a look at the new photo power!
Some sleep . . .. . . while others play.

Our trusty old point and shoot took these early morning snapshots.
Taunting with an orange Lamborghini.

Patient Neen helped with all the present opening.
A pretend sushi bento box for the odd eater.

Snow!

Lots of snow here in the CT. Various people asked for pictures of the snow, but some people had to shovel day and night to enable nursing access.

DHV kept asking for a big ball; light powder did not let us realize that dream. Instead we made funny faces for the camera.
Inside, DHV kept warm by dancing with Janine.

Check out that periwinkle helmet! We took LRV to "The Cranial" for a "heliment" check (as our nurse likes to say, and write in her notes) today and her head has already started to change shape. We are going to keep the mold of her deformed skull for later embarassment.Here's the money shot of the 11-13 inches of snow and sleet.

A post mostly about Danny

DHawk usually likes to keep things exciting around here, but here's a picture of him spacing out. DKV asked SHV, "what the heck is wrong with our son in this picture?"
"Oh, that's when he hadn't napped for four days."
He snapped right out of it when we opened up the Frosty the Snowman singing book. He can tap into his endless reservoirs of energy whenever he wants. DHV adding humorous commentary on DKV's inability to open a jar of sauce.
Helping MomHV make the Christmas cookies.
This is especially fun when you try to turn the duck into a car shape with your bare hands. Then you get yelled at. After whining, you are rewarded with a cookie. Rinse, repeat.
Sometimes we try to run the well of energy dry by bring DHV to places like the "beeg water."

He bops sticks into the water.He looks for other parts of the beeg water to instickerate.

Puddles of mud also need to be carefully filled with rocks.

A post mostly about Leigh

Leigh can't yell about yellow boo, and mostly communicates like R2D2, with a series of beeps and toots, so she doesn't make quite as much of an impact as DHawk around the house.
She does, however, seem to be really waking up to the social aspect of being at home.

Here she topples a tower with DHV's help.

Smiling on the floor with MomHV.

Family photo.

Kisses for LRV.

Danny versus Yellow Boo

Our son has a recent obsession with his sister's bowel movements.
Namely, that said BM should be yellow in color and be called "boo."
Last night he decided to call it "yellow boo-boo."
And run around yelling "Oh, No, Yellow Boo-Boo!"
For about 25 minutes.
For those of you who couldn't attend, here's 4 minutes of heaven, D Hawk style.

Helmets, Snow, Nikolaustag

Getting DHV to sit still, near his sister, while LRV does not look surprised or angry, is near impossible. Here LRV practices "indifferent."
We got our shape-shifting helmet one week after the plaster head incident. It made look Leigh look perma-angry. Maybe it was because it was boring a hole through the skin on the back of her head. Now she's out of the helmet until her skin heals.
DHV helping with dinner.
His favorite part is when the "yed-doh" comes out. "Uuu!"
DHV demanded to assist with snow removal.
"Beeg baaawal!"
Janine multitasking.
DHV will only drink from our small bottles. Or, in his langauge, "bye-bye beeg baba, hi babee baba." So LRV is stuck with the beeg bottles.December 5th is Nicolaustag in Germany; you put your boots outside overnight and St. Nikolaus fills them with goodies, like chocolate and tiny bears.DHV seems to like his sister . . . . . . so much that he tried to smother her!
Relaxing after everyone (ie, DHV and LRV) has gone to sleep.