Fatherhood

Ah, all the joys of the season… and the ibuprofen that inevitably follows.  This is the first year that Arwyn’s been able to *ahem* help.  She’s no worse than Kia was at that age in regards to getting the tape on, and she’s pretty ecstatic about helping to pick which wrapping paper we use, but the two of them combined become extremely distracting to both each other and to me.  It takes me a couple days to recover before I can do it again.  At least I can rest assured that next year will be easier.  It WILL be easier… right?  O_O

I’m wearing my new “ugly Christmas sweater” style shirt, which features a very festive Godzilla, cheerfully destroying a city (searching for eggnog, I’m certain) while helicopters, jets, and tanks serenade him with Christmas carols.  Kia’s letting the world know that “Girls rule!” and Arwyn’s looking adorably snazzy in a button-up/sweater combo.