Busy, busy, busy. . .


The 12 Things at Christmas that have kept me from blogging this month:

1. Daily Advent Calendar is kicking my ass.

2. We’re busy scrambling for candy thrown by cute little scouts.


Yes, even though we mailed all our Halloween candy away last month, we now have enough to get us through the long, cold winter.


3. Grandparents on both sides who ask me to shop for the kids. This is great in that I do love having control over what toys come into the house, but my basement looks like a haunted house, with sheets covering piles of hidden treats.

4. Annual Christmas target practice.


5. 135 Christmas cards. You know that line in this song where he says “I don’t even KNOW half of these people?“. Kind of like that.

6. Sinterklaas, which has one of the scariest Christmas stories ever. If you don’t behave, he hits you with a stick and shoves you into his sack. Don’t believe me? Well, David Sedaris says it’s so.

Here, the children are relieved that there will be no stick-hitting/sack-stuffing:

7. Visiting local New England holiday landmarks, being sure to cover all the holiday religions: Christian, Jewish and old-fashioned Santa.

8. Meeting my niece for the first time and seeing my beloved sister-in-law who are up from Florida for the week. I’m getting baby time, y’all.

9. Making gingerbread men. I swear to you, the kids did this one all by themselves. Should I be worried?


10. Working like a busy little elf on cool product reviews and helping to get another website back into flight.

11. Wondering how the kids managed to make the creepiest looking snowman ever.


12. Taking up a new instrument. Badly.

Hope you are all having a rocking December too!

To think that I used to worry that she’d never read


The page was open for all of ten seconds when I realized that Belly was looking over my shoulder at the laptop.

ShutSuperQuick.

Safe?

“Mommy. . . what’s “Doing a Tiger Woods“?

(whirling sound of my brain)

“Um, it means being a really, really good golf player”.

And then I made a mental note to keep her away from all supermarket checkout lines for the foreseeable future.

Add that to the Christmas list


Overheard at a friend’s house:

Almost-six-year-old daughter runs into kitchen breathless with excitement over something she’s seen on TV.

“Mommy! Daddy! I saw what I want for Christmas! I want it sooooooooo much!”

“Yes? What is it?”, the parents ask wearily, as this goes on several times a day.

“It’s. . .
um. . .
it’s called. . .

SHIPPING AND HANDLING!”