…Penguin, that is.
We had, as always, a wonderful gathering for the holidays at our house. The entire family on Wilson’s side (with the notable exception of Wilson’s own daughters and son-in-law (mine, too, I haven’t been keeping something from you)) came for a rolicking-good time. In our heartbreak over our offspring being responsible working adults who couldn’t make it across half a continent to see us for a day, we had to adopt a new child.
Peterson helped Merry bake cookies.
and helped Mom cook dinner.
Peterson chose yet more cookies to bake.
Peterson snacked with Paula on Wilson’s famous party mix while waiting for cookies to come out of the oven.
When Wilson hung the Shining Hippo** on the top of the tree, Peterson was there to catch him if he fell.
Peterson listened as Dad read Silver Packages,
and went on the cold (and short) Christmas Eve walk with Margaret and Merry and Jon and Wilson and me.
Wilson helped Jon open gifts,
and wore Beauty Bows with Mom.
Peterson was concerned about the menu for dinner,
but wholly approved the job Marty and Dad did in constructing shelves for the new closet.
All that work made Peterson sleepy. (Poison was sleepy from general naughtiness.)
Peterson thinks feathers are better, but still found carding wool to be fun if you get to do it with Margaret and Mom.
And Peterson even pulled a New Year’s Eve cracker with me. He was brave and didn’t cry when it went off.
Don’t worry, Karen, Brandon, and Jenny. Peterson doesn’t take up much space. There is always room for you.
*In the Fun Facts to Know and Tell category, Roger Tory P. was known by the nickname King Penguin.
**Newlyweds, be careful of little jokes you make like hanging a cheap pompon ornament at the top of your tree because you don’t have a star. It is amazing what will stick for 32 years.