Santa came! and replaced my daughter’s regular legs with mile-long spider limbs! freaky oh man. Kyle, Erin, and I played a game of Life – it was almost as painful as the real thing! And with this gift, Chris gets his phone back. Priceless. But then he had to build the Monster High Catacombs. No Barbie Dreamhouse for our little ghoul. I don’t think Chuck Norris appreciated his inflatable unicorn horn, but I sure appreciated this box of art supplies from Santa! And with the arrival of the grandparents, came an outfit change. Girl cleans up nice. We are in trouble with this one. Merry Christmas ya filthy animals!
And because this is the season of giving, here are the outtakes from our impromptu photo session: Merry Christmas from mine to yours!
Santa was a Erin’s school last week for their Christmas program. This was as close as she would get. Maybe next year. MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Saturday afternoon I had Chris pull down the boxes of Christmas decorations. Oh the joy of a small Santa hat and some jingle bells!! Behold: TA-DA!
or – Why I’m demanding a DNA test. Ah yes, I was going to tell you my theory on why I believe Erin was switched with another baby at the hospital. But the proof is in the pudding and a picture is worth a thousand words. Behold: She did NOT get that from me! She was all “I cooking” for hours Christmas morning with the sound of those “dancing shoes” clicking on the tiles. I swear I broke out in a rash just watching her! But maybe these things skip a generation. Because later Christmas evening there was this: Oh yeah, that’s my girl.
The other day I ran across a version of Oh Holy Night that was so bloody awful it was a thing of beauty. Tears were streaming down my face it was that good bad <– exactly. Well, this morning around 5:30 AM I realized that I had that song stuck in my head. And I was re-writing the lyrics. And I could not stop. So I had to get up and write them down. I then was able to fall happily asleep again. It’s now after 9:00 PM and I’m finally sitting at my computer. And what do I see scribbled on the notebook before me? Oh holy crap! The days are quickly dwindling only six days till our dear Savior’s birth! I’m not ready, no final preparations I need to shop and what are we going to eat? To stores, to stores, the crowded parking lots I dread them all, I can not find a spot! Fall on the couch Oh hear my arches screaming The crap, the crap that I have bought to fill stockings The crap, the crap That I bought for Christmas morn And this is why I try to ignore the voices in my head. Merry…