Lucy doesn't crawl

Lucy has two teeth, and is working on a third. She sits up nicely and loves to try the food she sees the rest of the family eating. Fish fingers, green beans, sweet potato casserole, tender cooked broccoli and many other things have delighted her. If she is minded so to do, she can turn over. 

She's not often so minded: usually putting her down on her tummy results in a cry that sounds like she's been put down on a tack. And she absolutely does not crawl. Why should she? As you can see, the service around here is pretty good, if you're a baby.

A winter day

It was a lot colder on the windswept hills in north Yorkshire than I had imagined. But the boys were undaunted, having their first lesson in hurling from Liam on the playing fields at Ampleforth. (Shhhhhh...don't tell! I think the boys got a little carried away with their hurling sticks: the evidence was all over the field.)   

Meanwhile, Patricia took Lewis, Anna, Lucy and me for a look at the church. Lovely--and out of the wind, which was a definite selling point! Anna enjoyed looking for the little mice that are part of the decor, on some of the chairs and benches. 

We had a lovely time, anyway, though the inside bits of the day (lunch at the pub--yummy fish & chips for me, the abbey church at Ampleforth, and tea at Liam & Patricia's) were far more enjoyable than the outdoor bits. 

Plays well with others

It's something I hope that will be said about the children, and this week they're practicing. Iain and Thomas have been playing all sorts of pretend things together. This morning they were suited up in makeshift army gear, on a mission.

Thomas said they were looking for someone. 'He killed one of our best soldiers, and now we have a mystery to solve. We have to find him.'

Pretty soon, they were all outside, and Lewis was watching a documentary about the Russian front in WWII. And they didn't come back in until they were tired of playing--no squabbling or bickering.

If not peace on earth, at least we've seen peace in our backyard.

The second day of Christmas

Or, as it is known here, Boxing Day. Of course, there is a reason there's no 'Christmas Day' blog. At least four reasons, in fact: Anna, Thomas, Iain and Lucy. On Christmas Day, the usual noise ('oh the noise, noise, noise, noise!') and chaos increase exponentially. Partly, this is so because, well, it's Christmas Day, much anticipated and anxiously awaited; everyone has been up since...EARLY; and parents are preparing the culinary delights, which we have been eagerly awaiting. 

Yesterday, despite the chaos, was full of the usual pleasures and some unexpected treats. The children behaved astonishingly well in a very crowded narthex during Mass. (I thought, as we knelt during the Creed: here we are, adoring the Christ child in a crowded place. At least there aren't any barn animals in the mix.) The rolls were nearly forgotten in the run-up to dinner, and we never got around to eating the cheese, but the food was spectacular--as usual. Others might differ, I am sure, but my absolute favorite part of dinner was the sausage and chestnut stuffing. And the company was excellent, too. The kids had Violet, Camille, and Belen to play with, and we had their parents (Brandy, Matt, Eric, Tara, plus Tara's friend Amy) for conversation around the table. 

My special thanks, however, go to Tara, for singing the following lyrics I devised (to the tune of the 12 Days of Christmas) in honor of Lewis:

It's Christmas at the Ayres' house, and here's the scene you'll see:

Champagne a-pouring

iPad a-charging

Daddy outside 'egging'

Mommy a-kneading

Anna a-singing

Iain a-drawing

Lucy a-fussing

Thomas wearing Chelsea strip

Chestnut stuffing's on

smells so good

time to tidy-up

and on the Big Green Egg, a turkey!

Not quite up to the usual standards of entertainment at festive gatherings I've attended at the university, but then--as I am made more and more aware all the time--I am not English. 

It was such a busy day, in fact, that it wasn't until this morning that Lewis remembered to tell me that yesterday was the 70th anniversary of the fall of Hong Kong. Now that is a busy day.