Tuesday, December 28, 2010


I'm way behind.  I know it.  It's just that our upstairs is now much chillier than the rest of the house, and if I spend too much time up here my fingers become too stiff with the cold to type well.  Sort of.  It's true that my fingers get too cold to type, occasionally, but I've really just been terribly busy.  So here are the Thanksgiving pics at last!

My grandma Rosalie (in the middle) was visiting this year.  I don't think she's ever spent Thanksgiving with us, so it was a lot of fun to have her join us.  Bill & Josephine are other regular, non-related attenders to our Thanksgiving feast.
 The kids' table...or really, the girls' kids table.  The boys are all the youngest, so they were not allowed to eat over the white carpet.  Plus, they just couldn't fit.  Sophie, my nieces, and the R girls (other regular, non-related attendees).
 Craft time!  I usually bring a craft or two to keep all these girlsies (and now the little boys, too) busy during the afternoon.  Tiny little pieces that make a giant mess typically are a big hit.
 We did Christmas with my family while we were all there.  This is the usual "calm before the storm" picture of all the kids before present-opening can begin.  Cassie's in there because "The Bean" is in there too (she's expecting their first--a girl!!).
 We all got these crazy hats from my mom.  Even Grandma got one.

 There was some playing outside in the snow.  Those crazy hats are crazy warm!
 And we had our first-ever ugly sweater competition.
 Here we are in all our ugly glory.  I actually think I owned a sweater just like Jozie's when I was little (she's in the light blue).  It has pink hearts and white geese on it.  I'm trying not to be offended.
 Greg, ultimately, was the champion of the ugly sweater competition.  I think the awesomely-tight, polyester pants put him over the edge.
 We all took a family walk/sled around the neighborhood.

 And we got a few family pictures on the way.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Please Mommy Hot

Owen and I were chatting in the car as we drove away from the library this morning.  He was mumbling in the back, and I was having a hard time understanding him over the sound of the Christmas tunes playing on the radio in the background.  So, I turned down the radio and asked him to speak up. 

Owen:  Pwease (please) mommy hot!

Me:  Huh?

Owen:  Pwease mommy hot!!

Me:  (confused)  Okay...

I then turned the radio back up and started singing along to "Feliz Navidad."  Ah-ha!

Me:  Owen, do you mean Feliz Navidad?

Owen:  No!  It's pwease mommy hot!

Please mommy hot... Feliz Navidad...and I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas, from the bottom of my hea-a-a-art!  (you're welcome)