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Christmas on a Cloudy Day
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Choppy waves
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Syd had been coming down with a cold this week. Early this morning,
she started coughing. After the last coughing fit, I decided to get
up for the day. Outside, the sky was grey, and the sea was turbulent;
waves were doubling back on themselves due to the strong winds.
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We got dressed and ate breakfast at Stack 'Em High, a cafeteria-style
breakfast place whose walls and rafters were covered in quotes and
proverbs. By this time I was starving, and everything on the menu
looked great. I managed to reduce the set of choices down to two
dishes. Then I ordered one of them for Syd (pancakes with chocolate
and peanut butter chips and a side of bacon) and the other for me
(sausage gravy on biscuits with hash browns).
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After breakfast, we began our shopping. We first stopped at a
Christmas store for some tree decorations. We have a tradition of
acquiring an ornament that symbolizes that year; this time, we picked
out a couple that had a beach theme. Syd loved racing around to all
the different Christmas trees and handling the fragile ornaments -
nothing broke, luckily. Next, we stopped at a beach knick-knack store
for some souvenier t-shirts and gifts. I stayed in the car with
Gavin, who was sleeping.
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Sydney's Parting Shots
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Sydney poses with her toys
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Finally, we returned home for the day. We slowly began to prepare for
leaving tomorrow, packing what we could. We stayed in for dinner;
Daria grilled some steaks on a Jenn-Air indoor grill - what a great
invention! And we skipped the hot tub tonight because the spray from
the crashing waves was reaching our porch.
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Tobin with Gavin
The light at the top of the stairs
A painting
Another painting
A mermaid sighting!
One of the comfy chairs
The puzzle table
Syd's feet
Tobin and Gavin put away coats
Daria puts away Syd's toys
A vase of thorns
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Before going to bed, Sydney wanted to take a few pictures. So, we
gave her the digital camera and let her go wild. She chose things
that she wanted to remember about the beach house; things that Daria
and I might have overlooked were it not for her unique point of view.
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