Sign you are at the Mitchell family homestead on the morning of Christmas Eve: Everybody keeps creeping stealthily around to see if they can find an available, out-of-the-way spot to block all of the last-minute Christmas knitting and let it dry without its intended recipient noticing it.

(I am fortunate; vtwopointoh wakes up at the asscrack of dawn, so I can just claim his bed.)

And yes, I got it all done. Daddy's gloves were finished on the plane; vtwopointoh spent the whole flight weaving in ends. But it's all done. (All right, I've still got one of my nephew's two bear mittens to finish. But that's almost done, right?)

And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to finish that mitten. And then seam the things that are blocking once they dry. (Seaming does not count as 'not finished knitting'.) And then I get to spend the rest of the day cooking, baking, cleaning, and wrangling children. While being horribly jetlagged. At least the eggnog comes out around lunchtime or so.

Ah, family for the holidays.

(At least we have working internet this time, so I don't have to listen to vtwopointoh bitching.)

Merry Christmas to those of you who celebrate it. :)