Here we are, at the north pole. Which can't possibly be melting: I just checked the local weather and it's a frosty one degree at Berea-Rose. That's messed up.

The wind started whipping last night. I got up early this morning and saw that our giant inflatable nativity scene was having some, er, erectile dysfunction as the frost had collected on the uprights and the wind held the top-heavy structure down.

I went out and stood it up a few times, and by late morning went out to stake more guidewires.

The temperature has plummeted throughout the day. But that was okay: we were inside with Dan and Laura eating meatballs and drinking Big Ass Cab wine. Then we had some massive chocolate cake.

Yum.

Got a third controller for the Wii, specifically for the shoot 'em up games that we now (unwisely) let Da Chimpz play. We go head to head trying to gun each other down. Parent of the year? I'm disqualified.