I'm sitting on the sofa on this Monday morning - the Epiphany - the house still quiet and asleep, a tray with an empty milk cup and a few cookie crumbs by the fireplace (the Befana must have enjoyed the thank-you snack Rebecca left for her), three full stockings under the Christmas tree: it's the last day of our Christmas holidays, which weather-wise have been a collection of stormy and rainy days, interspaced with occasional fair ones. Here are some holiday snapshots:
Serendipitously, given how the weather has been, Santa brought her an umbrella - her very own umbrella, which, along with a pink blanket with white polka dots, was her favorite present. Go figure.
Ah, fireplace-side knitting - isn't this what holidays are for? (I'm knitting this)
Her favorite game during the holidays: playing at Chez Rebecca's. I'm happy to report that seven-year-olds still like to play with play-doh (I thought that my play-doh-making days were over!), though the game is quite complex, and involves writing a full play-doh pizza menu.
Two somebodies had lots of homework to do. If you ask me, giving so much holiday assignments isn't fair.
The bad weather didn't stop us from seeing family and friends. In fact, there's nothing nicer than spending stormy days indoors in good company.
I'm also happy to report that a seven-years-old isn't too old to play in mud puddles.
This boy can read and cook simultaneously! Currently, he's deep into Andre Agassi's autobiography, Open, (and no, he didn't burn anything).
This photo is here just because I love globes, and I find this light fixture gorgeous.
We saw our Mediterranean turned into the most amazing stormy sea on Christmas day, and pounding our coast with fierce, huge waves. It was both exciting and scary, and a good reminder of the beauty and power of nature.