Three is my max for multiple-part posts, in case you were wondering.
(I mean, how many posts can she squeeze out of one weekend?)
The answer is a super lot, but I limit myself to three. Promise.
So, my father in law is an excellent cook. (Durel the Elder. That sounds so Lord of the Rings, doesn't it? In real life, we call him PapaDu.) For Christmas this year, PapaDu made Gruyere popovers. Behold.
I took a picture through the glass of the oven door, my love of bread and cheese is so deep. They were awesome.
PapaDu also let Jack help him open presents. Jack wore the requisite bow on his head, originated by my family. (The Irish Clan Davies, of the wine drinking, potato eating, and bow wearing.)
Also, Jack made it clear that he would like to be a pirate when he grows up. Or now. Whichever.
I hope your chosen career path also involves a boat and snazzy head wear.