Our First Christmas

We've never been together on Christmas, and have pondered what it will be like. We tried to plan, but decided that whatever happens, happens. Tonight is the night we celebrate just us, before we go home to Chicago tomorrow. This is the sketch of our evening:

Bogdan gets home from work in a few minutes. We're having Ukrainian take-out for dinner. Nutella crepes are on the stove. We're going to read some of The Christmas Carol, watch the Grinch, and there's a gift waiting for him under our tree; a scrapbook of his life. That's it. I cant wait.

Little Boy Soup

I have a little friend named Tima, who sometimes comes over to play. Today we were stuck inside, because it was raining. We did what I found that little boys do best. We made soup.

We filled up a whole pot of water, one spoonful at a time.
And mixed in all the nondamagables my kitchen had to offer-
corks, lemons, wooden sticks.
Finally we seasoned it with coffee beans, stirring until most of it ended up on the floor.

Today was a wet and wonderful day.