In keeping with his recent sartorial foray, Conal decided he needed to wear one of the shirts his cousins sent him for Christmas right now.


Yes, maroon and bright red clash. No, the Little Jobber does not care. He’s a fashion risk-taker, that one. And a flashy one at that.

But that was all for the clothes — it was a toy laden Christmas at Chez Jobber. A tricycle. A football. A t-ball set. Some blocks, some books, some other toys. Conal had a blast on Christmas, which I can’t believe was already a week ago.

Now, we’ve turned the page and moved on into 2009. Ten hours in, it seems like a fine year. Sunny, cold, but that’s what you get in January.

Happy new year!