The Joys of Christmas

1. One of the greatest things about my family getting together is that their Uncle Matthew gets to irritate them. Usually to the point that they cry and ask if we can go home. One day I'm sure they'll look back and laugh and say he's their favorite uncle. Or not.

2. With Steve's family it's just a barrel of laughs. And screams, hair pulling, fights over who gets the pink pony with butterflies on its butt, and whether or not they're going to watch Barbie's Christmas Carol or Barbie's Nutcracker. After we had Sara my sister-in-law refuses to have any more children. I can't imagine why.

3. I finally got our Christmas card picture. If you're wondering where yours is it's still at Wal-Mart waiting for me to pick it up and mail it. Hey, at least it's a picture card. When you do finally get yours you can always just lop off the Merry Christmas part and put it in a frame. I figure with the red outfits I'm good as long as I mail it before Valentines Day. What you don't see in this picture is the fact that it took about ten tries to get it. Sara was fascinated with Madison's bow and kept trying to grab it. I'm just glad they're all smiling. About 2 minutes after I took this they decided they had enough and rebelled. No. You will not be seeing those pictures due to their graphic nature. Well, Merry Christmas! I hope next year is way better than this one was!

Our Tree

Okay. So I really wanted to post a picture of a perfectly decorated tree that would make evryone oooh and aaah. This is what you get instead. A lopsided tree with most of the decorations clumped together in one spot. The reason for this, as you might have already guessed is..........Madison. My three year old daughter that I think may have inherited some sort of mutated monkey gene. The tree started off so well. I just didn't manage to get a picture of it that way. Within twenty-four hours of getting the tree just like I wanted it Madison had already climbed it and removed several of our favorite ornaments. So far the casualties have been limited, but still heartbreaking. Our beloved purple pixy ornament has lost her legs, Santa lost a leg off of his chair and his golf cart was dismantled, and one of the angels lost a wing. Needless to say this only proves my point when I explain to people why there are no wrapped presents under our tree until after the kids go to bed on Christmas Eve. I just keep telling myself she can't be three forever. (Can she?)

Santa, We Need To Talk

So, all of you that know me know that I do not do pets. The girls would give their right arm for one. Dog, cat, bird, fish, sea monkey, they're not picky. I guess I must have been deprived of the "love pets" gene. Don't blame me I got it from my mom. I don't even like fish. (I know, you're in shock. Everyone likes fish.) I mean don't get me wrong, I like all animals, as long as they're in the wild or belong to someone else. But, somehow,we now have a cat. It showed up on our doorstep the other night and just won't leave. After the millionth pitiful meow I finally gave in. I bought it a cute kitty bowl and some cheap cat food and made Lauren the caretaker. They have unanimously named it Chocolate Chip. So for all of you that don't believe that there's a Santa, all I have to say is,"My kids got a cat for Christmas. So there." And, by the way, that jolly old fat man I are gonna have a long talk about what he can bring me next year to make up for this.

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The girls in their first music video!

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Anatomy of a Christmas Tree

Julia, Emma, Lauren, Zane, and Madison holding the tree
measuring stick.

Steve ready to find the perfect tree.

The Holy Grail has been found!

My manly husband has conquered the perfect tree and is ready to go home.


Perfectly decorated tree to follow in next blog.

(I know you're on the edge of your seat.:))

True Story

A testament to the fact that children really can fall asleep anywhere and in any position. Yes. She really is sound asleep.

Flying Ponies

Pure Genius!

My daughter, Lauren, is amazing. Sara was inconsolable at times today (she's cutting teeth) and so Lauren made it her mission to make her smile. So she somehow discovered that there is a magnet in one of the paws of their My Little Ponies. So she hung six of them on the arm of her swing. Sara was mesmerized. I told my husband this story and showed him the picture when he got home today and his only comment was, "Just wait until they realize they'll stick on the refrigerator." Now won't that be a sight. My Little Ponies wandering about my refrigerator door.