It was a very Merry Christmas for our little family.
We went to the Capitol sing-a-long, made gingerbread cookies,
lit the menorah and the advent candles and generally reveled in the
cinnamon scented egg nog overload that is late December.
I was having so much fun I ignored you.
Being painted with hot pink barbie lip stick will do that to you.
I'd tell you I'm sorry, but I'm not cause it was totally worth it.
But now the new year is underway and I'm back.
And so because it's Tuesday and I'm watching Super Son
practice falling down over and over again,
because I wore my Dr. Scholl's Fast Flats as shoes today
because I couldn't bear the idea of heels,
and because I really want to steal the quesadilla my kids
are having for dinner and it's making me punchy
I will share with you the evolution of
Super Son's crazy face.
Hero Husband had to work on Christmas Eve which in the
world of fire fighting means he got off work on Christmas Day.
My progeny were forced to wake up on Christmas Day
and wait to open their presents.
Oh the horror.
They ravaged their stockings, taking a bit of the edge off,
enjoyed some breakfast and were incredibly patient as they watched
the clock for their father's return.
When he came through the door it was to a flurry of
"We missed you"
"Santa Came and drank the vitamin water I left him!"
Being the kind an wonderful daddy that he is, he didn't
make them wait and the wrapping paper was flying in no time.
They seemed rather composed and were having a good time
until the emotions of the day finally got the better of Super Son and
the earlier waiting began to show through.
"What did you get Super Son?"
"An Electric Toothbrush"
"Wow! That's a nice one! Betcha' can't wait to use that."
"I LOOVVVE EEETTT MMMOOOOMMMM!"
Why don't we pretend you don't look a little manic right now
and you go ahead and open the next package."
Hope all of your holidays were happy and bright.
Looking forward to a wonderful New Year with you.