Christmas

Christmas went great. Kind of difficult to get out the door, getting everything packed, Oliver is super excited and asking tons of questions so kind of reducing whoever he's talking to to half capacity because it's so distracting, Finn is still so small he needs to be 2 handed held, and the toilet seemed to be leaking so we were seriously considering taking it up to replace the seal. But we made it out and survived the drive, Finn did fine, Oliver told us he had to use the bathroom at one point but once we fought our way off the freeway and into a mall he didn't have to, so he and I went and got fries from In and Out while Finn Nursed. Then on up to Nevada City, and everything was easy. GrampaHoward played neverendingly with Oliver, fireman and mechanic and circus, and Finn had plenty of volunteers to hold him. Oliver is old enough to really get into Christmas now, so it was fun. He was excited about the crumbs Santa left on the plate. And super into presents "oh, it's the bike I always wanted" but was still overwhelmed by them "I'm done opening presents" (and he went to play with the ones he had already opened.) Finn is doing great, still mellow, only uses his cry when he gets annoyed. Seems to be having the same trouble as Oliver in that his mothers milk is too abundant when he just wants to chill and suck. We're back home, with new toys (that will hopefully give Francesca some time with Oliver entertaining himself.)
It's been harder to really appreciate how wonderful it is to have a little baby because I feel like we are just running at full sprint the whole time. Things are great, and it's great having two, but a little harder to have the breathing space to really absorb the miracleness. It's pretty golden when he looks into your eyes and then gives a coy little smile. Finn is so strong, doing push ups practically and can creep 1/4 of a crawl. But he's crying now so I should go try and help.