We had a nice extended Christmas with my family. The one thing that was a bummer was that something went wrong with the transmission in our car when we were about halfway to my parents’ on Christmas Eve. We pulled over on the freeway and Hubby was checking fluids, etc. (after dark, in torrential rain), and a policeman pulled up behind us and called a tow truck for us. The ride in the tow truck cab was cozy with the driver on the left, Baby Boy in his carseat (partially covering the poor driver’s gearshift) in the middle, and me sitting on Hubby’s lap on the right. Fortunately, we only had to go a few miles that way. Our car is still at the shop and will be for a few more days, so my mom was our transportation the rest of the way to my parents’ house and back to our house again.