Christmas 2010

One of our most pathetic looking trees to date. But he served us well.

Squirt looooves Christmas. He loves to attack the glass ball ornaments on the tree and watch them break on the floor. And of course he loves the wrapping paper mess.


What more could a girl ask for than an air compressor, nailer and a Kindle? Life is good. (Maybe next year I'll ask for some non-'white trash' pajamas)

Nap time.

Sledding at Grandma Lola's until dark...

Then back home to play. Andrew didn't last longer.

The end.

Christmas Eve 2010

We were milling around the house on the morning of Christmas eve not really doing anything. Tim was in the office tying flies or something and Andrew and I were out in the living room. Andrew plunked down in front of the tv bored out of his mind. I told him if we were going to have the tv on on Christmas eve to at least find something 'Christmasy'. As he was flipping through the channels at man-speed, I caught a quick glimpse of The Nutcracker and told him to go back.

For the most part, I actually hate the Nutcracker...having danced in it myself more times than I care to remember...the music kind of grates on my nerves.

Anyway, Andrew verrryy reluctantly changed the channel back to the ballet.

It was the Sugar Plum pas de deux.

Seeing a guy in tights is no big deal to me at all. I grew up with men in tights. A guy in jeans, a guy in sweatpants, a guy in tights...it's all the same to me.

But something about this particular Sugar Plum Cavalier was more than a little eye popping. Lets just say he was very genetically blessed.

I just sat there watching the tv trying to concentrate on the dancing. Then I peeked over at Andrew. He was literally frozen in his chair, staring at the television with a look of pure disgust, confusion and dismay on his face. I was hoping it was just because of the simple fact that I was making him watch ballet and not for the other reason mentioned above. But no...

Without taking his eyes off the tv, Andrew scrunched up his face even further than it already had been and said in the most horrified voice,

"Did that guy stuff something down his pants?"

Ahhh, priceless.

Christmas 2009

The problem with being a procrastinator is that I put off and I put off and then I forget what it was I was putting off.

I do remember that we did have Christmas...I have pictures to prove it...but I don't remember much detail. If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't remember anything at all.

So beings that it is almost Valentines Day, I'd better get our Christmas documented before my brain is a complete fog.

Lets see...

So, we actually got our lights up nice and early this year, just shortly after Thanksgiving, thanks to the weather.


Then we got our standard, tall, skinny sub-alpine tree.

I love my 'subbies'.

Fake trees are not allowed in our house...ever.

What's the fun if you don't have that tree smell...and sap and needles all over the place?



And besides, for a short period of time, the cats get to pretend that they are rugged, outdoor, hunter cats...instead of the fat slob indoor cats they really are.


Barbie made an appearance on Christmas Eve, courtesy of Andrew to his dad.


Then...after Andrew was tucked in bed...Santa re-gifted her.


Christmas morning...

...gotta love the matching penguin pants and robe.



My sister thought it would be funny to get Andrew a friend for Barbie...

...it didn't go over too well.

She redeemed herself by also getting him a 'Dr. Fart' pen and a whoopi cushion.


I asked Santa for a Beater Blade...I like it...I'm still trying to decide if I absolutely love it.

(God bless black and white for early morning, no-makeup pictures)


Timmy got some fancy new ski goggles with fancy hinge thingies so they stay sucked to your face even when worn over a helmet...






Andrew looooooves Calvin & Hobbes...thanks to ebay, he scored 12 Calvin & Hobbes books.


All done...time to go sledding...



The End

Christmas

Christmas came and went. We were lucky enough to have my mommy here visiting for the festivities. (Yeah I'm in my thirties and still call my parents mommy and daddy.) She's been wintering down in Arizona and wanted to come up for Andrew's baptism on Jan. 3rd. Her plane came in on the 24th and we had a nice Christmas Eve dinner at our house, just the 4 of us. She stayed until later the next day and then she headed up to Plains to visit the zoo and we headed out to Tim's parents' for Christmas dinner and a little sledding (I forgot to take my camera out there). All in all it was a pretty relaxing couple of days and nothing overly exciting or funny to report...except that Tim got a onesie.

This little piggy went to market


Making cookies for Santa

Andrew made this at school for us...a snowman with Andy's face on it.

This was Andrew's favorite present...'Potty Putty' that makes fart noises when you squoosh it. Why would Santa leave something like that?

How many grandmas do you know that are cool enough to wear Spongebob pants?

Grandma Sue got a family book from us made here. Grandma Vicky got one too.


Andrew got more climbing holds for his rock wall. So now we can finally finish this project. (I got a ski helmet I was breaking in).


And finally...a drumroll please for the onesie...

Yes, those are penguins.

Seriously...we are very blessed and grateful for all that we have, especially in these crazy, unsettling times. But most importantly we are very grateful for our family and the relationships that we have. My mom put together a 'treasure box' for each of us. She contacted everybody in the family and had them tell something they admire about all their siblings and even their siblings spouses and kids. She wrote everything down on cards, organized them by family, and put them in boxes for each of us. She put some blank cards in as well so we can continue to add to it. It was so fun to read what everyone had written! Thanks mom for all the hard work you put into that! We love it!