By the numbers.

This was Nora’s holiday week- let’s break it down.

On Wednesday: (4) meat products were consumed, (9) family members were hugged.

Thursday: (5) meat products were consumed, (30) family members were hugged.

Friday: (4) meat products were consumed, (9) family members- not including her touchy/feely parents.

Saturday: (6) meat products were consumed…plus (5) cheese appetizers, (29) family members were hugged.

Sunday: (5) meat products were consumed, plus the rest of the cheese/etc., appetizers, (10) family members were hugged.

This a.m. is too soon to calculate. But I can imagine it’ll be a doozy on the food/smooch front. Some other important numbers:

– (500) rows of large families with small babies at the family mass- and (1) Nora who began singing her own “song” any time a new intro was played. Also, (1) freakout when an elderly lady belted the descant.
– (2) Baby dolls that smell like vanilla powder. That Nora will get to play with REAL soon.
– (1) Plush rocking horse with realer-than-real whinny. (Thanks, Aunties.)
– (300) Dessert-esque things. (Gotta keep your energy up to digest all of the protein.)
– (1) Really nice camera For The Family- but which Santa will have to pry outta my greedy, snappy hands.
– (2) Trips to Skyline, each time warranting (1) cheese coney and (1) small 4-way, extra onions. (Why, what are the rest of you having?)
– (1) (6)-hour trip back to Chicago, roughly (4) hours from now. In addition, (3) loads of ruffly socks of which to wash/pack.
– (40) miniature creatures: snails, kitties, bears, firefighters, policeman-in-car, at least one Bushwoolie, and a Doc Bullfrog to pack into the car along with the full size ones.
– (1) meat-stuffed and overstimulated toddler, laughing herself into a frenzied half-sleep every few hours. Only to wake at 3am. And then sleep past 8am, burning the morning nap. Which threw off the afternoon nap. Which would, obviously, make her wake up at 3am. HahAhaHahAhaH.

And (1) shocking revelation that it’s currently Monday morning at 9am Eastern, not Wednesday at 1am, any time zone.

See you Thursday, at some morning hour.

At some time zone.

With some semblance of sentence structure and throughline.

One can dream.


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