*Micah*
A line of nannies shows up to take the little ones to the nursery. Not that my siblings are the kind of parents that leaves the kids to others all the time, but they are still a bit too small to enjoy the festivitas.
We are Well on the way with getting the tree ready. I actually helped at first, but it took me too far from my mother and Isa to hear what they are talking about, so soon I excused myself, went to pour myself a glass of scotch and found a strategic but not too obvious spot to stand near the fireplace.
To be honest I still can’t hear what they are saying, but from my new spot I can clearly see Isa’s face, and read her expressions, so I know if I will have to step in and save her from my mothers interrogation.
But so far she has laughed three times, smiled warmly ei
