Happy New Year

Our New Years Eve:

Moderate rains (nothing like NorCal). Around 3pm, Kibble helped us spot a leak in our ceiling--in the living room, which is below a bedroom, so an odd place to find dripping water. After investigating, we found a crack in the upstairs ceiling by the skylight, and a small but very steady stream of water running down the wall, where it (presumably) pooled on the floor and then leaked through below. We called Marvin, who is the world's best landlord and came out--on New Years Eve--in the rain--to climb up on our steep roof and patch the leak.

Well, it is his house. I'd take care of it, too, if I owned it. But still--we're lucky.

Kibble got his 7th-night-of-Hanukkah toy. He has learned the routine; when we start getting out candles, he gets really excited. The dining room has become the I Get A Toy Room. We light, we sing, we do the goofy dance (it's a Markewich thing), and then he gets really really excited, because after that we give him a toy.

And 20 minutes later, we pick all the stuffing up off the floor, and toss the empty fabric carcass into his toy basket with all the other eviscerated things.

And finally--I made the cookies! White sugar, red sugar, and cinnamon sugar. They ain't health food. But they're good!

Next--coconut margaritas and a movie. Perhaps some banging of pots and pans at midnight. Here I am blogging at 11, while Noah burns a CD. It is a wild, carefree life we kid-less couples enjoy.