Enough excuses, here is the update you've all been waiting for. And what better revival than some photos of Mr. Bunkles' first Christmas? So here goes... and don't worry, this is just one post in a forthcoming series of posts. (If I get to it!)

Trains have been a tradition around Omi's tree for... ever.
This train takes Christmas tree trains to the next level.

Fin and his step-cousins Robert and Philip.
Moments before the chair toppled over on Fin's leg and Mommy, in my fast-thinking, fast-action reaction, tossed his orange fleece jacket on the candle on the table and set it a-smokin' (and a-meltin')... Ooops!

Omi Love!

What train? I got my own hockey stick! (and gloves! not pictured)

Let me show you how to eat turkey, Papa!

Nose... ears... teeth...
Bean was a trooper with Finny.

Papa Love.

The spoiled hockey player takes his personal train to the tournament...

Bean-dawg gets her own present.

Putting corks in a cup, one by one...

This is just too cute for words!







































Neglected children everywhere will one day get to say, "My mom wrote a novel." Fintan is no exception.
He'll also get to say "My mom climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro when there was still snow on it." I'm so proud of him!