So, I love Christmas. Not cause of the presents really, that hasn't been a big deal for a while, but spending time with my family is nice. And by my family I mean my mother. Because my dad and Ted aren't really a big part of my life. My dad works at night so he sleeps till 6, takes a shower, eats, watches the news and leaves at 8. We don't really cross paths much and therefore we don't really spend time together. Which is sad, but he and aren't really on good terms as far as families go. Probably because I yell at him at every opportunity for smoking. I once even told him that he wouldn't be alive to know my kids so why should he care. Yeah, probably kind of harsh, but he doesn't see how much it hurts my mom and everyone else that he won't stop. He doesn't even try. and it is really depressing.
Anyway, my mom, Cesca and I made Christmas very merry. We watched Toy Story 3, Elf, made dinner and cookies, and in general had a really good time. She also carried on my favorite (and really only) Christmas tradition: Christmas Eve pajamas! This year, my mother outdid herself; instead of the normal snowflake or winter the
med pj's, she got something better!
My mother knows what is important to me: hockey
2 pairs of Sabres pants!
Cesca and I modeling our new pajama pants
It was a good year. 2 weeks till London. Oh. My. God.
In other news, I saw both Black Swan and Tangled. Both were awesome, but I fell in love with Tangled. It was awesome. So I highly recommend it. So. Freaking. Adorable.