Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Lesson Learned The Hard Way

Lesson: Pushing down a trash bag into the trash can to force the lid to close is not a good idea unless the above mentioned trash bag is full of feathers and definitely not half peeled back tomato soup can lids. Duh! Who would do that? Well a severed nerve, chopped blood vessel, nicked tendon and 15 stitches later (4 inside, 11 out) I definitely won't ever again.

Madden Christmas

This year the boys got to celebrate Christmas with Grandma and Grandpa early because we are going to be in Texas on Christmas Day. It is the first time we have had the opportunity to drive a few minutes to a family members house and actually spend a holiday with them and it was wonderful.

We decided to celebrate with breakfast because morning is by far the best time of Christmas in my opinion and Marcia did not disappoint. She had "create your own pancakes" (ahem....dessert) with a choice of chocolate chips, peanut butter chips, white chocolate chips or all three like Bo chose, and sausage and eggs. Hello sugar high! Hello Christmas fun!

We then let the boys go to town on their presents. It was a great morning and everyone had a blast.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Snowmachining...Like Father Like Son

Bo and Sam definitely take after their Dad with their love of snowmachines. Any weekend warm enough (which isn't many right now), they are out at Grandma & Grandpa's riding through the trails, around the driveway and all through the yard. I can't wait until Spring when it's warm enough for them to be out even more. They absolutely LOVE IT!!

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

How The Girl Scouts Saved Christmas

We took the boys to see Santa today. They even had lists to give him and were so beyond excited. Well, Bo and Sam were at least. Max, not so much.

But when we got to Santa's House, we found out that Santa was not there because he rests on Mondays and Tuesdays. WTF? Santa doesn't rest in December. There are toys to be made and lists to be checked and then checked again. I know 'pa in his kerchief' but not 'good ole St Nick in his underoos'.

I have never seen Bo so disappointed. Bubble bursting. Sail drooping. Dog dying. I felt horrible. I almost cried. Probably would have if it weren't for the wall to wall holly jolly Christmas explosion I was standing in.

But then in happened. Frowns no longer. Cloud nine approaching. Looking like larks. Santa was in the building!! SANTA WAS IN THE BUILDING!

Thank you wonderful Girl Scout troop for dragging Santa from his day of rest. Now we love you AND your cookies.

*Side Note - Anyone else find it strange that Santa's mouth is always open?! Kind of creepy.