First of all, Max is (somewhat) on the mend. Thanks for all the well wishes and positive vibes; I told him he had good vibrations sailing in from around the globe. He smiled. His condition (which involves some rather unpleasant blood where there should be no blood) continues to stymie the doctors, but we did escape the hospital in time for Christmas at home. His spirits are high and energy better than it has been, so I have hope.
With the infant at our house (Elliot continues to be the most chilled-out baby I've ever met), we didn't have to travel this year. Christmas at home was soooooo pleasant.
Owen is winning the best big-brother award this year. The hug Max delivered upon opening Owen's gift was a once in a lifetime moment. Evidently, Lego Hero Factory kits = "I love you to the moon and back, man" in Max's world.
I'll start on something writing related soon, but for now I'm just circling the nest.
It's a good place to be.