12/30/08

Interior Design At It's Best

I couldn't stand hearing, "Mommmmm, GET PATRICK!!! He's wrecking our.....(fill in the blank)......!" anymore, so I constructed an extremely aesthetically pleasing barrier to divide the living room into two spaces. Sometimes sanity is more important than looks.



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12/29/08

Total Andrew Gym





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12/26/08

The first four minutes of Christmas morning.
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12/25/08

Merry Christmas!




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12/24/08

Christmas Eve


I love Christmas Eve. Since we've had kids, I have "called" this day to ourselves, and I LOVE that. I love the kids excitement, the anticipation....I want to be at home, with just us, in front of the tree and the fireplace.

We go to 4:00 (crowded) Mass, and then have a smorgasbord afterward. Each kid gets to pick their favorite dish and I make them all. Shrimp for Isaac, feta dip for Abbey, down the line...it's so fun and easy and something they all get excited about planning.

Then they plan out their morning...what time they wake up and whose room they meet in till they are allowed to come down. NO peeking. They usually are in Isaac's room and then at the top of the stairs, calling for us. Remember that feeling of not being able to fall asleep? You felt like you could just flip flop like a fish in your bed all night long? I don't think anyone forgets it!

Hope you have a peaceful, fun Christmas Eve!
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12/22/08

Burying Your Head In the Sand (and/or Pine Needles)

As I was vacuuming up around the tree, I saw this little ornament fairy, turned upside down among the branches, just legs sticking out. Apparently she must have fallen off her higher designated branch and caught a couple on the way down. And there she perches. Oblivious to all that goes on, a little red in the face I suppose, but having the time of her life. Envious am I.
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12/21/08

Pizza, Dancing and Furry Marshmallows

I agreed to let Abbey host a Christmas party as long as she planned the entire thing. I said, "Give me a list of things to get, and that's all I'm doing." She wrote out the invitations, planned an ornament exchange, a gingerbread "city", games, pizza and dancing. It was fun. And loud. And messy. Pre-teen girls are the best...really. They are all so sensitive to each other, and great friends. And really, still so young, but caught in the middle of all this pressure to grow up fast, which none of them want to do. Anyway, here are some highlights:



And the best for last:

Yes, that is a miniature marshmallow stuck in his fur from scrounging under the table. Look at his humiliated eyes. Embarrassment at it's worse. And in front of all those girls. Poor Sammy.
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Something To Be Proud Of


Matt told us he is called the "Candy Cane Master" at school. Because he can suck a candy cane down to the sharpest point better and faster than anyone in his class. Hope this follows him throughout life. It will take him far.
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