Notable Quotables from Christmas Day

December 31, 2007

We got the Simpson’s Movie for Christmas.  When Paul unwrapped it Little Red said, “It’s Homer Eats Donut!”  Everyone started dying of laughter.  Finally Paul’s brother said, “how do you know that?”  Little Red replied simply “I saw it at the movie store.”

At supper that night, after a long day at Disneyland, Little Red entertained himself by singing.  Tired of the old lyrics he made up his own.  We were regailed with “It’s A Salmon, After All” for about fifteen minutes.

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One Day to Catch Up

December 31, 2007

American Thanksgiving

There had been a snafu with Paul’s holiday schedule and it looked like his only day off for Christmas would be Christmas day.  As an appeasement (and conceding to Paul’s demand) they gave him the day after Thanksgiving.  His parents graciously flew the whole family out on points so that we could get away.

We flew the redeye Wednesday night and the boys were miraculously good.  The traffic to LAX crawled at half a mile per hour for the last hour of our drive, and the lines within the airport were equally as painful, but Boy Blue gave a dragon noise near one of the employees at the airport and she quickly took us out of the security line (which looked at least two hours long) and sent us up the elevator to the front of the security line.  She didn’t know his dragon noise was a happy one.  Or else she just knew that we wouldn’t last two hours.  We wouldn’t, it was time for him to eat already.

It snowed Thanksgiving morning in Detroit before we landed.  I was so happy.  The whole weekend was wonderful and perfect.  The food, the company, the girl’s day with my mother in law, the Henry Ford Museum.  And the boys were perfect on the flight home.

And we marvelled that on the Sunday after Thanksgiving, allegedly a very busy travel day, only LAX had a hard time managing the crowds.  Atlanta had no problem with crowds, although the rain delayed us on the tarmak for an hour and a half.  We referred to that leg of the trip the flight that wouldn’t end, because taking off late was only the beginning. 

Little Red Turns Three

We actually had three parties for him.  The first, the friends’ party, was thrown together quite quickly as we realized if we didn’t do it 11 days before his birthday we’d have to wait until midway through December as all the weekends were filling up.  It was a fun get-together in the park and the kids (and parents!) had a great time.  Paul felt it was our duty to show our friends that a casual party at a park can be just as fun as a big, major party.  We didn’t have a bounce house, we didn’t invite a million people, we didn’t have twenty-five different activities for the kids, and there was  no swimming pool.  Even the big party people had fun.

We had cupcakes in Detroit with the grandparents in anticipation of Little Red’s birthday.

Finally on his real birthday, we had more cupcakes. 

The gifts were troublesome, it was a fairly steady stream of packages arriving over the space of nearly a month.  We were concerned it would bleed completely into Christmas, but fortunately it did not and we had a break from the glut of gifts.

Christmas

This year was Christmas with my husband’s family.  We  made it a California Christmas as the brothers that live on the west coast have families and short vacations, and the brother that lives on the east coast is single and seemed to have more vacation flexibility.  We spent the whole weekend at a hotel in Orange County (in the end he got Christmas Eve off, despite all earlier projections) and just played as a family.  The brothers went to a high-speed gocart track, my SIL and I took the boys to a park, we ate … a lot.  We got to know the ER in Anaheim.  (Little Red, overtired and over sugared had two episodes of headaches and vomitting.  As he had hit his head twice the night before (in the bath and falling out of bed in the hotel) we took him into the hospital to have him checked out.  Because we called the on-call nurse who always, always tells you to go to the doctor.)  We made “magic snow” (some fake stuff Aunt Kathy finds at the swap meet) with the kids.  We went to the Aquarium.  We spent Christmas Day at Disneyland.

Well, we weren’t allowed to get tickets for Disneyland as it was already to capacity (no one listened to me when I told them it would be the busiest day of the year.)  We went to California Adventure (a completely underrated park and I’m glad the family was forced to go) and crossed over to Disneyland later. 

And late Tuesday night we drove home.  We were tired, but very glad to be in our own beds and back to our own routines, even if both Paul and I had to work the next morning.


Quote of the Day

December 30, 2007

This morning while getting ready for church I was reminding Little Red that this was his last week in nursery and that next week he’d be in primary.  He’d be a sunbeam and his teacher would be Sister Prieto.

“Daddy,” he said, turning to my husband, “next week I’m gonna be a sunbeam and my teacher will be Sister. Pretato.”


He Thinks He’s Two

December 28, 2007

Yesterday at his check-up, Dr. Waldron asked if Boy Blue was crawling. 

“Yes.  And cruising.”  I replied.  Cruising?

So we showed her how he can walk, one foot in front of the other, across the exam table.  She was impressed, but also shared with me her pity that soon he’d be into much more mischief. 

Today, in addition to mastering pushing his new pushtoy, he learned to clap.


So That’s Why He Wasn’t Sleeping. . .

December 27, 2007

it isn’t because he’s had two ear infections in two months.  It isn’t that he has six teeth.  It isn’t that he learned to crawl and is now cruising.  (fyi: 9 months old tomorrow.)

It’s because in the past two months he has grown an inch and a half.  Yes, an entire inch and a half.  Now, little one, my pillow and I have a previously-arranged appointment.


The Bosses are Not Pleased

December 27, 2007

I make a furtive dash for the computer to try for the first time in over a month to chronicle our lives.  For Christmas this year my mother gave me a cd of her journal #25 (December 25, 1986 – April 11, 1987.)  She is a devout journaller.  With the cd she included a note to me which I’ll copy in its entirety as I can’t decide which parts to copy.  It is with this entry that I recommit myself to blogging as it is my only journal.  I need to find and make the time so I don’t lose these memories forever.

Dear Zen

At one point I began to copy out some of the cute things you did as a child, which I had recorded in my journals.  I guess you were just too cute!  I couldn’t finish.

Here is a copy of Journal #25, when Haley was the baby and you were the responsible big sister.  Now, with Little Red and Boy Blue similar in age to James and Haley, you can laugh with me over the crazy antics these kids got into.  I hope you have hard copies of your blog entries to preserve your fond — and maybe not-so-fond memories.

The big sister often gets the lion’s share of the work.  You managed all that, and piano lessons, and school, and you seem to have come out ahead.  I made mistakes.  As Auntie Sibell says, we are the bridge between the old traditional way of raising a family, and the modern way.  You are amazing.  We love you.

XO

Mum and Jerry


Trying to Return

December 7, 2007

Life is such a funny thing.  Lately the life in my head has been too busy, too loud to get out and join the world.  I’ve been all over the place emotionally.  Our plans for the future are changing on a daily basis.  The kids are growing up so fast — I have a three year old in the house!

For how Christmasy I usually am, I’m really behind this year.  I usually do my Christmas cards over the Thanksgiving break.  This year I won’t even have the photos in my hands until Monday night.  I try to set up the tree as soon as Little Red’s birthday is over.  This year the birthday that never ends and the baby who doesn’t sleep are really interfering with that.  Little Red even asked yesterday if we were going to get a Christmas tree (like everyone else?)  I told him it wouldn’t be until I could clean up the house.  (or Christmas.  Whatever comes first.)

For those of you who do not know me, our humble apartment is not so bad that you need to make a path, in fact currently the floor is vaccuumed and only one puzzle and half a basket of cars are on the floor.  It’s just that the bookshelves are cluttered, and the table is really a staging area for a variety of projects.  I need to get orged before I add anything else to the clutter.  It’s driving me crazy.

The projects are another thing altogether.  My two month long sleep deprivation is killing brain cells left and right.  I still haven’t even made the pattern to figure out how much material I need to buy to recover the couch.  A girlfriend from home just had her baby, a sweet girl.  I had a unisex blanket for her: white with blue, pink and yellow stripes.  It was really cute and I’ve been meaning to mail it to her for a few months, but I didn’t.  So now that I know the baby is a girl I decided she needs a pink blanket.  And since she’s a December baby in Edmonton then for sure she also needs that cute cardigan which has become my trademark.  And a hat of course.  And booties.  And while I’m at it, a poncho.

Ummm, yeah.  That’s just the start of things.

Meanwhile the boys want more attention and I can hardly keep up with the dishes and the bathrooms.  I spaced out the drop off dates for the Creche Display.  I haven’t planned playgroup in a month.  I’m dropping words off my sentences all over the place.  I’m a car accident waiting to happen and yet I want to add more projects to my plate.

Christmas presents to Canada?  Not mailed yet.  Still waiting for more things before I can even go to the post office.  Sorry Zack, your present will be late.

Living like this drives me crazy.  I’m not knitting another thing, nor crocheting, nor even baking, until I feel like I have some organization in the downstairs, anyway, and set up the tree.  The rest can follow afterwards.  Using the computer less does help me with the flow of the day, but I feel emotionally disconnected from my self-imposed solitude.  This is going to be a busy weekend, but hopefully productive enough that next week I can tell all about Little Red’s three birthday celebrations, our trip to Detroit, and how I’m finally ready for Christmas.  (or getting there.)