Not a creature is stirring

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It's Christmas Eve morning (note: didn't get around to posting this till his second nap in the afternoon,) and I'm sitting here with Callum sleeping on my lap, waiting for him to wake up so we can go to the store and get some red cabbage for Fakemas dinner. We did Fakesgiving, now it's Fakemas because everyone can only get together on the 26th. That's fine by me, because hey, extra days of celebration, right?

I'm also typing this on my laptop because my Mac crapped the bed. It took me about two frantic weeks to rescue everything off the dying hard drive. A friend gave me an iCloud type thing as a gift, so it's all being backed up online.

Oh, my Mom gave me a month subscription to Ancestry.com. OMG, the things I found! On my Mother's Mother's side, all the way back to Ireland and Germany. On my Mother's Dad's side, a total dead end. Apparently my great grandmother never even existed. And all records stop after my great great grandfather. The only hint is a slave from Trinidad with the family name. I'm thinking maybe that's why they never discussed anything.

On my dad's side – wow! 4th great grandmother Rebecca Moon, great Aunt Freelove Moon, some people who fought in the civil war (on the GOOD side, mind!) and then, after that, I started going back further when they started turning up in England. England was really good about keeping records. I started to see titles: Sir, Lady, Lord. And then Baron, Viscount, Count... and then princess. It turns out I'm directly descended from Princess Marguerite of Italy, and all of the Capet kings and queens of France. I was really hoping for the British Plantagenets, but no dice. I am French as hell. And no direct line from Eleanlor of Aquitaine, though her husband was my 21st great grandfather. :/ It tickled me about Princess Marguerite, though, because I understand that Margherita pizza is named after her, and that's my favorite.

And there were some slaves on that side, too, from Jamaica. So it's like, Kings and Queens from France and Italy had a bunch of descendants who came to America in the 1700s and married Natives and slaves. And then a second wave of immigrants came from Italy and Germany.

I just wish I could find anything at all on my Mom's side!

Last week I went out with my best pal, Glassworker. We went to see Thor 2. It was my first post-baby movie. I freaking loved it. Best fight scene ever (though it pissed me off, because I have that whole world-bending, gravity-screwed, physics-mess kind of stuff in my book, too.) There were some parts that made me laugh until I was slapping my thighs. And of course Tom Hiddleston never puts a line wrong. I'm glad it was my first movie after having CJ. I mean, I had already had one night out (the TBS concert,) but this was a little less stressful. The movie theater is right around the corner and I went with my best friend.

CJ is still asleep, but once he wakes up, we're off to the store. Then we come home, eat lunch together, (he's super into food, like me,) then he plays with his piano for a few minutes while I do some stuff online. Then by 2, he's ready for another nap. He still naps on a pillow on my lap. I haven't really tried putting him down for a nap. Every little thing wakes him up. One of these days, I'll try it. Then when he wakes, we play together for a while, then take the dogs out, he plays with his Mozart Cube or Music Turtle while I feed the dogs and get his dinner ready. Then he eats dinner, then I eat dinner, and then by 6 he's asleep again and I usually watch something on TV. These days it's Fringe on Netflix. He wakes up, we play for a bit, then his Grammy comes home and she takes him for a while so I can clean Havoc's cage and take a shower. He's usually asleep by 9. He still does not sleep through the night. At this point, he wakes around 5 AM asking for food. But he's pretty good about going back to sleep after I feed him. I like to put him in my bed after 5 AM and let him sleep there for a few hours. He's getting so big now, he hardly fits into the little space he used to occupy. And he does tend to wake me up by grabbing my face or kicking me in the crotch. O_O

Yeah, that's my whole day right there!

He's also started waving goodbye and clapping, right at 7 months. Clapping is right on schedule, waving a few months ahead, I think. He still won't crawl, though I see him thinking about it. I think there's time for that.

Tomorrow is obviously his first Christmas, so we'll stop by Boychild's family across the street for a bit, but the real family dinner will be the day after.

After the holidays I have a lunch date with Empress, Lady Chrysanthemum, Snarklit, Gold Dragon and hopefully Lao Shir.

And then it's the loooong, cold winter.