We got a Christmas package from Gina yesterday. In it was a tub of pizzelles. Yum! They tasted as delicious as the ones Grandma Tesoriero makes. I hadn't had one in a few years. We're going to have to buy a pizzelle iron soon. Life is too short to only have them at the holidays.
Claire took the school bus home yesterday. She came home pretty excited about it. She got to sit next to one of her friends from down the street. She says she's happy to take it home every day now. Perhaps later we'll have her take it in the morning as well. On the morning trip she'd be on the bus for about 45 minutes, so we've been a bit reluctant. On the afternoon trip she's only on for about 5-10 minutes. It's a case of first to be picked up, first to be dropped off.