Skaneateles

The Reeds Do Christmas

Happy New Year, dear friends. Sorry for the radio silence.

It has been sort of an intense month. Pat's grandfather passed away December 4th. While he seemed ready to go, it was hard to lose him and see the effect on the family. It's really hard for me to talk about such things, so I will take the wimpy way out and won't even try. I will just say he was just a good soul, and I will always think of how warmly he welcomed me into the family and how when Greta was little he used to get down on the floor with her to play, which I thought was awfully sweet for a guy with Navy tattoos.

The shootings in Newtown, CT, shook me, as it shook just about everyone. Trying to explain it to my own six-year-old was just about more than I could take.

Then on Christmas Eve the shootings in Webster, NY, hit close to home. One of the volunteer firefighters was a good friend of Pat's family, and he was even at Pat's grandfather's funeral.

It seems like there is so much sadness in the world, but we do our best to find joy and do a pretty good job at that.

We went to Binghamton for Christmas, and we got spend a lot of quality time with family and saw quite a few friends.

It's sort of funny (not totally funny haha), but Greta and I were super sick the week or so before Christmas. The day we got to Binghamton I realized I was getting worse rather than better, and I ended up going to a walk-in clinic, which was a first for me. The kind doctor gave me a prescription for antibiotics (the kind you can take and still drink alcohol - score!) and told me a couple over-the-counter things to take to help me out. It was a bizarre scene at the CVS that is open 24 hours while we were waiting for my prescription. It was just one of those experiences where everything is hilarious when they probably shouldn't be. We had to wait a while, and Pat was mastering his skills using one of those grabber thingies. Here he is approaching me with it next to the adult diapers. See? Funny.

Also funny, Pat took Greta to the Roberson Museum and Science Center while in Binghamton. I was working at the time and Pat kept texting me ridiculous pictures, this one being my favorite.

On Christmas Day it snowed and Greta wanted to go sledding at the elementary school where Pat used to sled. I know it doesn't look like much, but this little hill was pretty steep.

The day after Christmas we went to Skaneateles to have Xmas festivities with the McCarthys. My dad always gets us a nice care package of wine. I love wine.

One other little gem for you: Greta's black ski mask she got from my brother last year is the gift that keeps giving.

Fran

Weekend fun

File under: birthday | greta | Skaneateles

I woke up on New Years day feeling super antsy. I started picking up the house, and before I knew it I was knee deep in outdated and ill-fitting clothing in my closet. I packed up 5 garbage bags of clothing, and now I can see my closet floor and finally let go of many things I really don't need. I also de-Christmas-ified the house and purged and organized the bathroom (where I found cold medication that expired in 2001!) and the kitchen. I am not super organized as it is, and with that class I had even less time to keep the house in order. It feels great to reclaim some order, and I am excited to keep working on it before I run out of steam and my lazy Susan goes to crap again. But enough of that talk.

Yesterday was my dad's 60th birthday, and my mom organized a small party for him at his favorite restaurant: Rosalie's Cucina. My parents have been going there almost every Friday since it opened in 1995, and at this point they are very well know there. I, unfortunately for me, haven't been there in 10 or 11 years, and Pat had never been there, but lucky for us we were invited to the party. My mom was able to get a private room upstairs, and we all got to experience some perks simply for being related to my father. It was fantastic to see everyone dote on him, and the very Italian mandolin player even played a personalized version of tura-lura-lura to my very Irish father.

Dad being serenaded

You probably don't have to look too closely to see the ginormous bottle of wine next to my dad. That was a wine the restaurant gave us on the house, and it was delish! Everyone told some great stories (one of my favorites being the time Pat ripped the front off a clothes dryer that took his four quarters and then didn't in fact dry his clothes), told some dirty jokes (no need to elaborate on this one), ate some amazing food, and honored my dad, who is less than thrilled about turning 60.

Here is a picture of our nuclear family.

This is before we got smashed and threw up on ourselves
This is before we got smashed and threw up on ourselves.

A MILLION thank yous to Taryn and Todd for watching Greta while we had some adult fun!

As if that all weren't enough, when we woke up this morning, I figured we'd skedaddle out of there nice and early, but my mom and dad made eggs benedict for us. Best food weekend ever.

Not that most of you care about the minutia of these types of things, but I know at least some of you do, and it seemed worthy of documentation, so I wanted to mention that I gave Greta her first haircut today. For the last few weeks the ends have been pretty tangly, and I was planning to have it professionally done but couldn't wait any longer. I trimmed off as little as possible. We don't plan to grow it so long she looks like a shut-in or anything, but it's definitely hard to make that first cut.

Please, no pictures.
Please, no pictures.

Okay, maybe just one.
Okay, maybe just one.

I don't think I did too much damage.
I don't think I did too much damage.

But as you can see, I took off as little as possible.
But as you can see, I took off as little as possible.

One other thing! You might have noticed that the Picture of the Day since our revamp have been quite lovely. Our friends Alex and Sarah took them, and you can find their portfolios here. They are located in Rochester, and they do a lot of portraiture and wedding photography. We were thrilled with how their portraits of Greta and the whole family turned out. If you are interested in contacting them, let me know and I can put you in touch!

Fran 

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