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I can’t believe Christmas has come and gone. It just seems to go by quicker every year. I know the kids don’t feel it, but we grown ups sure do. I remember being a teenager, wanting Christmas to come, but feeling rather sad and depressed once it was over and knowing that cold,Β  January was right around the corner.

Well, Christmas eve was going pretty good, until about 8 p.m. when hubby and Oldest ran out the door to do some last minute shopping. He is always that wait till the last minute kind of guy. Little L got really cranky and was throwing a fit while I was trying to get her teeth brushed and ready for bed. She was extremely tired from being sick and you know it always gets worse at night. We argued and fussed at each other til the other two came home. Then she went to bed. I had to get the presents under the tree and the stockings put together. Which would not have taken long, if L didn’t wake up every 5 to 10 minutes coughing. Everytime I thought she was finally asleep, she woke up crying and coughing. This went on for about 2 hours. Finally around 11:30 she got really quiet and hubby and I got the presents under the tree. I stayed up well past my bedtime, we watched some t.v. and I downloaded this app on my phone that took a picture of your room and then placed Santa putting out presents. I played with that awhile and enjoyed the quiet. L slept pretty peacefully through the rest of the night and was ready to go Christmas morning.

It took a little over an hour for all the presents to be unwrapped. All that hard work, just in a big shredded pile on the floor. But the kids had fun and we did too, watching them rip through the paper. L would bring daddy the present, he would read it, then she would take it to who it belonged to. After that, I made a Cheesy Potato Breakfast Casserole for brunch that hubby just raved about. The neighbors came over to bring the kids some candy and he even made them try it out. They liked it so much, she called me the next day to get the recipe.

I made him his big Christmas dinner with turkey breast, home made baked macaroni and cheese, sweet potato casserole, corn on the cob, and hot rolls. He had seconds on that and was thoroughly stuffed. But he made room for the cheesecake that Oldest and he wanted, for dessert.

All in all it was a great Christmas. I was exhausted after 2 days of standing in the kitchen, but it was well worth it. Little L is on the mend from her cold. She isn’t coughing as much and I can tell she is in better spirits. Oldest still has a week left of her Christmas break, and I have to take the time before it is over and get this house back in order. It is always fun putting out the decorations, but taking them down and putting them away is a whole other story.

Happy Monday all! πŸ™‚

Follow me on Pinterest to get the recipes for the Cheesy Potato Breakfast Casserole and the yummy Baked Mac and Cheese I made.

 

It has been a crazy day. I have been baking for a few hours. Not much, just some fudge and cookies. But I have been trying to do other things in between the taking out and putting in of the goodies. Daddy let Oldest put some presents under the tree earlier. I thought we were going to wait till tonight like we usually do, but he said it was ok. Last night we got in a bit of a tiff over letting the girls open up a present on Christmas eve. It is the same argument every year. He says that when he was a kid, they waited till Christmas morning.Β  When I was a kid, we opened one up on Christmas eve. Just one. I remember one year she didn’t open anything until Christmas morning, because he threw such a fuss over it. I always pick out a special something for them to open,Β  usually pajamas. Last year, they opened one early and he didn’t get upset. After going to bed mad at each other, and I didn’t make him his big breakfast that he likes, he told me while the kids were putting out the presents, that they could open one tonight.

When I wrapped Little L’s presents, I put the name tags on them as I went, like any normal person. When I wrapped the ones for Oldest a few days later, I was going to do the name tags later. Today, while putting out a couple of things for her I was going to write the name tags. There was a big box and a small box. For the life of me I couldn’t think of what was in the small box. I looked at it, shook it, felt around on the box. Nothing was coming to me. Good thing I made a list. I had to look at it to remember. My memory is definitely gone, I tell ya.

I few more things to get done and that’s it. Just waiting on the jolly man in red to come visit. Even though Little L is sick she is still excited. After we set out the presents, she wanted to start opening them. But she is being good and left them alone when we told her we had to wait.

Hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas Eve and a very Merry Christmas!! πŸ™‚

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I have come to the conclusion that I am a Germaphobic, and sometimes a hypochondriac. Every time I am around some one that is sick or says those dreaded words, I fell like I am getting sick, I totally freak out in my own mind. OMG how close was I to that person before they said those words? Did I touch anything they did? Hell, I’m screwed! I am always the one to get sick no matter what. I was told many years ago that you can’t get sick from walking out side in freezing weather in shorts or barefooted. I had to test that out apparently, and ran outside one time, barefoot. I didn’t leave my deck, I just ran out to grab something and ran back in the house. The next day, sick! There have been more instances but I just don’t want to relive them.

Now, when someone is sick, I must wash my hands every time I come in contact with whatever they may have touched. I try to stay my distance, believe me. But when it is your kid that sick, sometimes you just can’t. Walking in their room with a mask around your mouth and nose, my make them a little uncomfortable. So you just have to grin and bear it.

I am not sick…yet! But Little L now has whatever Oldest got over the weekend. Poor little baby is gonna be sick on Christmas. There is still 2 days left, so maybe the worst will be over quickly for her and by Friday morning she will be ready to go. But then I have a feeling, it will be my turn, because it is inevitable. πŸ™‚

Friday was the start of Winter Break for Oldest. Winter Break? No thanks, I say it’s Christmas Break. Always has been and always will be. Even Clark W. Griswold made a movie about it…Christmas Vacation people! Anywho…Oldest got sick on her first day of Christmas break. It started out with her throat feeling funny but not sore this went on for a couple of days and by Friday morning, I could tell that she was getting sick. The weekend wasn’t too bad, but now it has turned into a cough and snotty/runny nose. I have been getting some medicine in her, made chicken noodle soup and some hot tea, which she still hasn’t touched. I tell her it will help her throat. She won’t even take a sip, says it’s yucky. I guess she would rather bark her head off and be grumpy all week.

With that going on, I did get all the presents wrapped and yesterday braved the supermarket and got all the food for Christmas. I was planning on cooking Christmas Eve and then have leftovers on Christmas day. Oldest reminded me that last year, hubby got a little miffed at me for making dinner a day early. After she brought it up, I remembered how he gave us the cold shoulder all evening, until we finally hashed it out after the kids were in bed and we were putting out the presents. He says he wants the big dinner on the day, not the day before. Men!

We were invited to go down to his cousins on Christmas Eve and go out to eat, then stay the night. It was very nice of them, but we had to decline. First, we do our own thing on both days, Second, I knew my mom wouldn’t go. Third, their house is big, but it is pretty full so it would be uncomfortable to stay the night and Fourth, I want to see my kids open all their gifts on Christmas morning, not later that day.

Hope everyone is having a great Monday!

Thanks for reading! πŸ™‚

 

 

Picture with Santa

Posted: December 18, 2015 in blog, Christmas, December, kids, Uncategorized
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I was four years old the one and only time I got to sit on Santa’s lap. It is a really nice picture, and I still have it somewhere in my mom’s stuff. That was the year I asked the bearded man in red for a puppy that walked and barked. I got it too. I remember the little guy. It was a light brown color and had a smooshed face. I am not good with breeds, but it was cute. I really loved that toy.

Oldest has never gotten to sit on the fat guy’s lap to have her picture taken. Her dad, when she was little, thought it was “not a good idea” and “there are just too many weirdos out nowadays.” I let it go until she was older. I think when she was 6, she asked me if we could get her picture with Santa. We had seen a sign at the local Walmart saying he would be available for pictures every weekend through the month. We made a special trip there one Saturday and we had just missed him. There were no times posted on the sign so it was really frustrating and heartbreaking for her. She asked every year after that, up till last year, if she could do it. And every year, it always seemed to backfire on us. I was happy she didn’t ask last year.

While at Walmart the other day, picking up an order back in their photo department, I happened to notice a basket on the counter full of Santa pictures. Once again, we are in there all the time and they never posted the time or day the pictures would be taken. I was waiting on the guy to bring back my order, so I decided to take a peek at some of the pictures. They had the setting in the lawn and garden area, or the Christmas shop, as they call it this time of year. It was a big blow up Gingerbread house with a seat in the middle for Santa and the kids to sit. The seat was not fancy, just a red chair from the department. You could see everything around the prop that was on the shelves and any people that might have been passing through. Then I focused in on the Santa. You could tell the beard was so fake it was unbelievable and he had no hat on in everyone of them. So his head blended in with the background. It was really bad, I have to say. It’s a good thing that they don’t charge for those pictures and I bet that no one will be picking them up since they take pictures with their phones anyways.

So now instead of being sad that Oldest never got to get her picture with Santa, I should be happy. If they were anything like that guy, I think I would have went the other way. πŸ˜‰

Wow, this month is just flying by. Can’t believe Christmas is right around the corner, gaining on me. I haven’t wrapped nary a present and the house is still a mess from putting out decorations. That is my plan this weekend, sweep, mop, and vacuum. Even though I expect no company, I do want it to look nice for Christmas morning pictures. Tonight after Little L drifts off to sleepy town, Oldest and I are going to start wrapping her presents. I think I got everything that my budget could afford and then some, because you always have to buy stocking stuffers, ya know. I took my mom up to Walmart to finish up her list yesterday, without the girls. While we were there, 2 packages finally arrived in the mail and I got an email saying that something I ordered for my mom was ready for pickup at the store we were in. So it all came together at one time.

Today I got the girls out of the house and went back to the library. Oldest went to look for some books while L and I went into the children’s play area. There was another mom with a little girl there and the lady said hi to L. L said hi back and then the lady started asking her how old she was and what was her name. I heard L tell her her name, but she didn’t know what to say about her age. I intervened with my protective mother voice, and said she was 2 1/2. “How old is yours?” I asked. “Oh she just turned 2 in September.” “Oh ok,” I said. Then she told L how much she liked her shirt and her boots. L just stood there, not really doing anything. Then she asked her if she liked to read. L shook her head yes, which isn’t true, but who cares. I was sensing stranger danger and just wanted the odd lady to leave. Then she went over and sat down on the floor and started reading not to her daughter, but to mine. I got up and walked over to them, and L got up and ran off to where her daughter was. The lady got up and was looking a little embarrassed and said that her daughter wasn’t really interested in reading yet. I said L was the same. The other little girl went over and was sitting in a chair and could tell that L just wanted her to play with her. She got up and L decided that she was going to sit in the chair and the girl walked back over and pushed L. I didn’t see the push but I seen L holding her arm and the girls mom telling her to apologize. They hugged and all was fine. Then the lady seen another woman that she apparently knew and went to talk with her. I told L to stay in the play area and she did. Soon they left and L was alone. I let her pick out a couple of books and we came on home.

I told Oldest we would go back over Christmas break and maybe there will be more kids for L to play with, and no strange mom’s hanging around. πŸ™‚

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This was written last year around this time, and for the life of me I do not know why I didn’t post it. Read on…

My Oldest has always believed in Santa. She also believes that a fairy comes into her room and leaves money for her teeth, and that their is a big furry rabbit that scampers about at Easter, hiding eggs all about the house. You may think that she is too old for this. I might say I agree…atleast about the fairy and rabbit. But without believing in them, it may be hard for her to believe that there really is a Santa Claus. While we were painting on our crafts, she got to talking about Santa. “Mommy, some say that there really is no Santa Claus. Is that true?” I kept painting and said, “Well, they must not believe in him. If you believe, then he is real.” She was quiet for a moment then said, “OK, pinky swear that he is real.” We wrapped our pinkies together and I said, “As long as you believe honey, then there is a Santa.” She was quite happy with that and went back to her painting.

My hubby and my mom have both said that she knows that he isn’t real. I told them they are wrong. 1. Why would she bother to write a letter. 2. See above conversation.

She will catch on sooner or later. Maybe there is a tiny part of her that knows, deep down, that there isn’t a big guy in a red suit coming into your house and leaving those wonderful, expensive presents behind. But for right now, I am happy that she still wants to believe in him, ya know. And hopefully when that day comes, she won’t ruin it for her little sister, who is just finding out about this magical, wonderful time of year. πŸ™‚

Things have changed this year. Oldest did figure it out. I am rather relieved that she did. It was getting harder and harder to keep up the charade now that she is getting older. Now she can help me play Santa for her sister and so far, she is really enjoying it.

Since we had to run out and fill our water cooler jugs after dinner tonight, hubby decided he wanted to treat the girls to some 31 Flavors.Β  I told him since we were going out, it would be a great time to drive around to look at the Christmas decorations. We loaded up right after we ate and went up to the neighborhood that we do our Trick or Treating in. We figured they go all out for Halloween, so hopefully they would for Christmas.

We were not disappointed. Yes, there were lots of houses without even a wreath on the the door, but it was all good. There was one house that was hooked into a radio stations music and the lights danced with the beat. We sat in front of it for a few minutes then another car pulled up and blocked us. We left and circled around and came back and parked and decided to get out. Little L was excited to get out, so excited that she dropped that damn pacifier that was in her mouth. After checking out the light show, hubby put her back in the car and Oldest and I searched for the run away paci. It had actually rolled underneath the car and we didn’t find it until hubby went to turn it around. We drove for sometime through the neighborhood, pointing and talking about all the pretty decorations. L became a little chatter box and went on and on about some of them. Her favorites were Snowmen and Santa Clause. Eventually we made our way back out and went to fill up the water jugs. Then it was time to get some ice cream. Nothing like a sugar rush an hour before bedtime, right?Β  She was definitely ready to hit the hay when we got home. Her last words before drifting off was “Me take a nap now.” And she was fast asleep. πŸ™‚

Last night I started to write a post telling about decorating the Christmas tree earlier that afternoon. Well, my big fat fingers hit a key and deleted the whole thing. After a few select words that I yelled out,Β  I gave up and went to watch some old episodes of The Walking Dead with hubby.

So tonight I am going to try to type out the blog. I am sure I don’t remember word for word, but maybe it will come back to me…

Earlier this afternoon, I got out the ornaments for the girls to put on the tree. Oldest was showing Little L how to hang them up and after each one she would yell out “Me did it, me did it!” Then promptly asked for another ornament. I have tons so it was easy to fill the tree quickly. Some I wasn’t going to put on, but since she kept asking, I kept handing them to her. After a little while, Oldest got bored with the whole thing, and disappeared off to her room. L and I kept up the decorating and put some more things throughout the house. She is definitely into this Christmas thing. I love that she is having so much fun.

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Hurry up mom, I got work to do!

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Finding just the right place.

As we were lying down for her to go to sleep, I asked if she was excited about Christmas coming. She said yes. “What about Santa?” I said, “you excited for him?” She nodded. “Wonder what good ole Santa will bring you?” She says with sheer delight, “TOYS!” “Oh he is, is he?” “Going to bring you a new toy, well that is what he is supposed to do. And is he going to bring Sissy one too?” I asked. “Yes,” she said as she closed her eyes and started to drift off to sleepy slumber land.

I love this time of year!

Thanks for reading. πŸ™‚

 

Was it a smart idea for me to take my 2 year old with me to do some more Christmas shopping yesterday? No it wasn’t, but both girls wanted to go with my mom and I up to Walmart. I had to pick up a present for Oldest that I had ordered Friday night and it was already in the store. I just needed to drag my hiney up there and get it. I let on that it was for Little L, and told Oldest to keep her busy while I stood in line to get it. That worked pretty well, until Oldest wanted to see what I got her, then I had to tell her to keep out.

My mom wanted to look for Little L something else, of course, so in the toy section we were for a very long time. L was playing with everything she could get her hands on. She was good, so can’t complain. But a couple of things that we put in the cart, we had to take back out then put them in when she wasn’t looking.Β  I know she was eyeballing a Rubble from Paw Patrol that was on the belt when we were checking out. She was very tired by that time and didn’t ask for him, but I know she seen him.Β  Mom also wanted L to pick out a toy for Apollo the dog. She did. She picked out several toys. We put them all back besides one that L was not letting go of. I almost forgot to pay for it, she was holding on to it so tightly.

I have seemed to have miscalculated the gifts and have bought Little L half of what I have gotten Oldest. My mom said that that wasn’t right. I told her that L won’t remember her 2nd Christmas, but Oldest will. Plus, I think things that Oldest wanted was way cheaper then what they have out for the younger kids these days.

Thanks for reading! πŸ™‚