Showing posts from December, 2011

‘Tis the Season to be Jolly, fa-la-la-la-la-la

Christmas was wonderful this year.  Besides being spoiled, we had a wonderful time with the family.  We ate way too many sweets which spanned over 3 days of parties and at least 3 pounds on the scale.  First we had a nice time at my aunt Jodi’s house where we were treated to some heavenly Hungarian goulash.  The party and the goulash have become an annual tradition which, besides the goulash, includes a gift exchange and a reenactment of the night of Jesus’ birth with all of the kids dressed up in their parts.  The baby girls were supposed to be the sheep but they did stray.  The next night, Christmas Eve, was a night of chili, not a traditional meal for this night, but very tasty.  Christmas night, we had Erin and her clan of cutenesses over for one more dinner which Chris made most of since I was sick all day and couldn’t help at all.  It has been revealed that he can cook quite well, uh-oh for him.  I always knew he was a pro at Ramen noodles and macaroni and cheese, but I’ve learn…

Merry Christmas!

Exactly one week till Christmas!  I love this holiday.  If you need to get into the Christmas spirit, explain to a 6 year old why (again) we celebrate.  Our official Christmas letter to those of you that I do not have physical addresses for.  At least this way, you won’t have to feel guilty about throwing it away at the end of the season.  Yes, I have that problem and have a pile of these letters collected from many a year.  Dear Family and Friends,We just got the Christmas tree up and placed every ornament for which we could find a spot, starting 3 feet off the floor. One and half year-olds, especially the ones in the 85th and 95th percentiles for height, have an amazing reach and especially great ornament grabbing abilities. The 3 older boys helped with ornament placement after I hung all of the matching red balls, which happen to be the only things that gave uniformity to the tree other than the green needles.These little-end-of-the-year Christmas letters and their informative natu…

Foot traffic

Can a person die, or at least lose consciousness, from noxious odors?  Can you burn through steel with a horrid scent?  Can the toxic odor create a heat that could curl the hair of 20 ladies in a salon?I’m pretty sure all of those things could have happened had I not, most vehemently and with the most serious look of disgust on my face, forced my boys to remove their WMD capable socks and sanitize their feet in the bath.  Boys…though, I’ve heard that girls can perform equally disgusting feats (pardon the pun).  Baby in a BasketAre there any better ways to travel?  They think not, or at least in the winter.  A wagon of course trumps a laundry basket, but when the wagon is locked out in the cold, mommy’s carrier of all of our very soiled clothing will do.They take turns pushing and pulling each other and I’m amazed at their strength!Park Time!Oh, and mommy kept ruining it by taking pictures of us.  She said it’s for Christmas but we think she’s acting like a lunatic chasing us around an…