We are sitting around this evening watching "A Christmas Story". Wyatt comes to me and tells me to take his picture. Nothing will do, he is very persistent. So I have taken pictures of him sitting in front of the fire place, then we did some of us together. I am not pleased with myself altogether. I am getting older and my complexion suffers next to Wyatt's clear little boy skin. But we don't get all that many pictures together. My Dad and Stepmother came for Dinner, we are just waiting for the food to settle before snacking again. Nicole just came by and reminded me she has already eaten again. But I am not ready to eat again.