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2007 December

A New Year’s Eve Tradition Continues

December 31, 2007

The Naked House

Posted by Chris @ 5:51 pm | 13 Comments  

Calling Julie Andrews…

Calling Julie Andrews....

My daughter loved this movie. She had to have the soundtrack downloaded onto her iPod. She sang and danced her way through the movie. And cried when Maria went back to the abbey. The boys mostly tolerated the movie.

Do A Deer

She also accusingly asked, “Why don’t you ever make us clothes out of curtains?”

Posted by Chris @ 11:39 am | 38 Comments  

Raindrops on Roses, Snowflakes on Windows…

December 29, 2007

Looking for something to do this long weekend with the kids? Do you have your own sweatshop filled with workers that are sitting around twiddling their thumbs now that all the lead toys have been made and shipped? Have I got something for you to do.

I have a post up over at Ordering Disorder about some snowflakes we made. And there are only one hundred zillion mind numbing steps so that you can follow along and partake also. Drinking of alcohol highly recommended, you Mormons can just get hopped up on Mountain Dew. You’ll need the stamina.

I figured out that after doing this craft, taking photos of it, uploading the photos, and writing the article that I made a negative hourly wage on this one. So make me feel better and go read.

Miles-ism for today: When we brought our roast beef to the dinner table tonight, Miles said “I don’t want to eat brains!” So the rest of us kept saying things like, “Mmmmmm, pass me more brains!” or “Give me some bread so I can sop up this gray matter.” We are a sick, sick family.

Posted by Chris @ 9:20 pm | 22 Comments  

So This Is Christmas

December 28, 2007

In the end all my worrying about Christmas for for naught. It all worked out. Even my mother-in-law bringing over her little oven to cook her fish. The food was excellent. The house was clean. The children were happy. I should write myself a note for next Christmas to remind me to relax. Though I know that it wouldn’t matter.

I have mostly taken the past week off from working. Trying to enjoy things like playing wii with my uber competitive children, playing with new toys, getting my hair done, buying some 50% off Christmas clearance items at Target… Mostly just trying to be present and as joyful as possible in a house filled with somewhat needy people who are constantly underfoot. And I mean that in the best way possible.

Christmas this year was somewhat bittersweet. Several family members are planning big moves in the next year. Moves that they are excited about, and that we are pretending to beexcited about for them. But still, with any sort of changes comes, well, change. And I hate change.

Our nephew just graduated from grad school, earning both degrees in under 4 years. We are all so proud of him, the kid who hated school growing up. The kid who hated reading. But it is tinged with the bittersweet knowledge that his mother is no longer here to see it. He was her treasure. Not that she didn’t love both of her children, she did without a doubt. But if parents are honest they would admit that in every family of more than one child there is one who touches your heart, who is just easier to like, who gives your step an extra skip, and that child is not the same for both parents.

He is training to be a fighter pilot and is moving away. He will be in Texas for the next 18 months. And after that who knows. I try not to think about that part much.

And so next year Christmas will be different.

As we were all saying goodbye I said to my brother-in-law that it might be the last time we are all together on Christmas day. (Just call me Susie Sunshine.) They drove away and we all stood on the front porch in the freezing temperatures waving them off. Rob and I remarked how it was the first holiday that there wasn’t any complaining. Rob’s dad, a product of the Great Depression, didn’t say once that we cooked too much food. There were more bottles of flowing wine than there were people to drink them, though we managed. There were smiling children, healthy grandparents, and brand new babies to hold. We all enjoyed ourselves.

It was the perfect holiday. One that can never be duplicated even if no one moved away.

About ten minutes later my brother in law was back at the door, having forgotten something. As I opened the door he said, “See, you can’t get rid of me even if you tried.”

“Dammit.” I answered.

Some things will never change.

Posted by Chris @ 7:34 pm | 28 Comments  

Quote of the Day

Miles fighting with one of his siblings over their iPod headphones. There is much screeching, pushing and pulling involved.

“No, Miles, you are not old enough for an iPod!”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you are not old enough!”

“Yes I am! I have ears, you know!”

Posted by Chris @ 3:47 pm | 22 Comments  

Someone Was A Very Good Girl

December 27, 2007


Posted by Chris @ 4:43 pm | 31 Comments  

Even Santa Needs A Cold One

December 26, 2007

Even Santa Needs A Drink

Posted by Chris @ 11:48 pm | 26 Comments  

The Cuteness

It really might kill you.


Posted by Chris @ 6:32 pm | 14 Comments  

Kissing Cousins

Kissing Cousins

I love these babies, both mine and those belonging to my niece. But can I just say that holy crap I forgot how tough 1 yr olds are. I know, how could I possibly forget. But I did. I did not forget, however, how delicious a 6 week old is. I gave up eating my Christmas dinner to hold this baby and kiss his soft feather hair.

At one point my husband looked over at me as both of these babies were crying and screaming and said, “Wow give me a three year old who won’t shut-up and a surly teenager any day.” I couldn’t agree more.

Posted by Chris @ 3:25 pm | 17 Comments  

Waiting Their Turn

December 24, 2007

waiting their turn

Posted by Chris @ 6:56 pm | 13 Comments