Monday, December 31, 2007

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Christmas was wonderful! We had my parents here and loved every minute of it. Though, I'm sure they were ready for a vacation from us when it was time to go. We can be somewhat messy at times. Well, not we, but three. We all got spoiled rotten and loved every minute of it.

Besides opening presents, eating too much chocolate, sugar cookies and cherry flavored popped corn balls, we managed to make a very classy snow man. Well, that is, grandpa and boys did. I was part of the critiquing audience and my mom was the provider of the carrot nose, truffle eyeballs, and junior mint buttons. I noticed some of the buttons were missing today, so I figure there is one cute squirrel out there with great breath, giving all the squirrel-etts New Year's kisses, yowee!

The adorable grandma and grandpa Hartvigsen. My mom looks great in flannel, doesn't she?!

Spider men busy making sure the right present goes to the right spider.

Fire truck, ooooo...

Must we really wait to go down to open our presents?! Yes. Suspense and the proper seating arangements must be made before all the chaos begins.

Oooo, eeeeee, aaahhhhh! Fire, cool!

Happy New Year! It is midnight on January 1st, 2008 and I am awake! Of course I’ve been up reading and watching chick flicks in Chris’ absence and didn't notice it was a new year until I heard some fireworks go off outside. I think they were set off up the street by our not so fire conscious neighbors (the one's that keep the Lansing police department busy and entertained).

Yes, that's right, I am all alone on this New Year’s Eve, as Chris is in Utah attending the wedding of his youngest sister, Lacey. I’m very happy for Lacey and Jake and am glad that Chris can be with them for this wonderful occasion. But as this is the case, I find myself alone with nobody to kiss as the ball drops. I’m sure that my 3 boys would be willing to each give me a nice, wet and snotty kiss, but it isn’t the same. Oh well, maybe next year Chris.

What does a girl do when alone besides watch chicky type movies? Well she also reads chicky type books to pass the time. Thanks to a friend with a similar love for tasteful romance novels, I have just finished another good book, and there were no vampires or werewolves in this one. Tasteful romances can include anything Austen, Bronte, Alcott, or, yes even Stephenie Meyer type books. The latest of these was a book by Shannon Hale called “Austenland”. I loved it and am now in the mood, in my lonely state, to turn Finding Nemo off and put on a movie including a certain Colin Firth.

Well, it sounds like Isaac wants a New Year’s kiss and a diaper change, so I had better go!

By the way, Chris and I just celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary, "mawidge and twoo wove." We thought about getting each other gifts, but who wants the traditional gift of copper or wool? Or the modern gift of a desk set. So, we decided that we would try to get a remote control car starter to get the car pre-warmed in the c-c-c-cold weather. Thus taking care of the need for more wool outerwear, copper heat elements (if that's what they're made of), and the burning of desk sets to keep warm.

Chris is the most wonderful man, husband, and father, and I am so happy that I caught him and reeled him in with my "wicked wiles". Thanks for marrying me Chris and I love you! (sorry to you who may be reading this mushy stuff, but I could get sooooo much more mushy, so just read it and thank me for not getting mushier).

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Let it snow!

Reed and Douglas are rediscovering the wondrous beauty of snow and the slippery sledding adventures found on its surface. I've been designated, but not yet formally named, White Fang. This afternoon they found a little bit of a gradual elevation change in our back yard. This is not a feature often found in the Michigan landscape. I really don't know where these supposed "slopes" for skiing are located. I hear advertisements for them on the radio but never see them. I saw on a map a place called Mt. Brighton, but I think it might be the highest green on a golf course in the area, flag pole included.

I hope that snow ball is not for me!

Where did my feet go?!

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Tigger gets frost bite

Isaac has weened himself off of naps, hmmm...

Tigger Mania: The need to be in possession of a Tigger stuffed animal that has held no interest in the past 5 years, but is suddenly awakened when another in close proximity has picked it up. In this case the subjects begrudgingly chose to take 3 minute turns with the toy, rotating like this for nearly an hour. The strange thing was, that during their possession, the toy wasn't played with, just carefully and territorially watched.

Here are a couple of pictures from our adventure to a tree farm near our house. It was a ton of fun once our limbs and all our exposed skin finally froze. We picked out a nice tree and then Chris had a Paul Bunyan moment with a hack saw (or whatever they are called, sharp with teeth). We took some extra cut limbs from a pile and put them in the car. I'll be leaving them there like I did last year, acting as an air freshener. Dried up pickles left in mysterious places by Douglas is a hard odor to fight. Go Pine Tree Scent! Horah!

Merry Christmas!

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