December flew by with a whizz of parties, playing in the snow, colds and vomit (non alcohol related) and....food!
I finally found some people who wanted to warble christmas carols around the piano with me, and sing we did...the poor neighbours. But like most parties these days, it crashed and burned around 8:30pm.

Clockwise: Douwe bringing the kids to the babysitter; Nelson playing Gulliver in the farmhouse Opa built for Christmas; Coralling Nelson and locking him up, Nelson starting potty training.

I boned and rolled my first loin of lamb. It was delish, and looked great cooked. However, it was a crime of passion tearing into the roasted loin, a frenzy in which photos were forgotten...

December culminated in NYE: a few false alarms (snow, ice, illness) from other participants nearly cancelled the party, in the end Nelson decided to put an end to any doubt by throwing up and running a fever on the eve. So we stayed home and ate our share of the dinner. By 8pm, douwe had also come down with a fever and chills, and I was up alone with Edward the vampire. Wasn't too bad...

The new year brought more snow and snow-related fun :)