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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Rock n Roll day

All the kids' stockings have scriptures about Christ stitched on them.
After Cooper opened up one of his presents on Christmas morning, he proclaimed that "This is a rock'n'roll day!" I thought Christmas was just perfect.  The kids had helped shop for each others' toys, so there was some thank-you hugging going on along with the tearing of paper.  Every Christmas morning should have something you need, something you want, and a few surprises.  For instance, I think Mark was a little startled when I pulled a shiny new snow shovel from behind the door and told the kids that I should scoop up all the wrapping paper with it.
Our whole month was very peaceful and enjoyable, and I've tried to appreciate every minute before the kids get too much older and life gets more hectic.  Our one Christmas "obligation" on the calendar was Leslie's Christmas choir concert.  She had a speaking part and also enjoyed singing lots of fun songs.  I still don't know how to work my camera's video function very well, but here is a clip of "Santa Baby".  She is in the back row, with glasses, no Santa hat.  (I think my kids will always be in the back row.)
Since we didn't have very many obligations, we were able to go to some fun, somewhat spontaneous Christmas activities.  Highlights were definitely:
Dinners and goodies with friends and family.  I know I've gained a pound or two this month.  argh.
Parties (Mark's work party and the ward party where we assembled care kits for the homeless).
Performances (The Forgotten Carols with my fabulous neighbor Alice and her sisters, Jon Schmidt and Steven Sharp Nelson (the Star Wars cellist, for those of you who have not yet seen that video, here's the link, my kids are addicted.) courtesy of Bank of Utah).
Traditions (going to see the lights at Thanksgiving Point with the kids, going to the Salt Lake Temple with Mark).
Other fun stuff (Lots of cooking, decorating, sewing snowman gloves for gifts, Christmas cards, singing in the choir, making a gingerbread house from a kit.  See picture...)

Even though it's Christmas, somehow it's still Halloween.

We read lots of Christmas books.

We played in front of the tree.  This is a "boat".  Okay...

Macy wore some vintage clothing.  This is my mom's jumper.  Love it.

We tried to make a gingerbread house from a kit, but the frosting was a bit slippery.  Slippery=Collapsible.

We did tricks.
Finally it was Christmas day.  Here are some shots of the melee, of course, it seemed like every time I was about to take a picture, another child would crowd in front of the subject...they were all excited to see everyone's presents.
The boys insisted on giving Macy's new "pet shops" rides in their new monster trucks.

Christmas eve surprise delivery from some secret elves.  Yummy and fancy.  The corner one had jalapeno frosting.

Cooper was pretty excited about his scooter.

Boss didn't know what to think about this--he opened it first.

Boston was thanking Cooper for picking him out a good remote control truck.

A lego monster truck ramp.  I built it myself that afternoon.

She named her, "Baby Googoo."  She giggles and sucks her bottle.

Leslie has also been catapulted into the 21st century with a new MP3 player.  She loves it.

Macy moved out of the crib.

Friday, December 16, 2011

that old Elf trick...

For the first time ever, my family has been chosen to be the recipient of a secret "Twelve Days of Christmas".  It has been fun to guess with the kids what the next clever package will be.  A magical side effect has been that, come nightfall, I have to check my volume and tone when I am calling the children up the stairs to set the table, put away their coat, stop making each other mad, etc.  You never know when the elves might be right on my doorstop (really!) listening to every word that comes out of my mouth!  It's a dilemma I haven't had since I was a kid and my mom made the same kind of threat.  The other night I actually changed mid sentence from "For the third time, get up here RIGHT NOW and set this table!!!GRRR!!!"  To a much more pleasant and gift-worthy, "Yoo hoo...whistle...time to set the table!"
Thank you Secret Elves.

Monday, December 12, 2011


I don't write much here about my husband, Mark.  Probably because this blog is mostly for my family--especially to help my out-of-state parents cope with their Grandchild Separation Anxiety.  Also because he doesn't actually read my blog unless I make a point to tell him that he should that day.  (I recently mentioned to him that almost every novel I've read where the author is married, in the afterward the author mentions how their spouse is their first reader, best editor, and biggest fan.  Mark cocked his eyebrow at me and said, "Good for them." and kissed me.  He sees right through me.  I'm just a compliment junkie.)

Anyway, I wanted to write about him today because he won't, and I want our kids to know what kind of person their dad is.

He came home from the office at lunch because he had forgotten his wallet.  (There had been a brief few seconds of panic over the phone when he called to see if I could find it on the bed and I told him I had just laundered the sheets.)  Wallet retrieved, he was fixing a leftover mango chicken taco at the counter and started to laugh.  He told me that he may have just gotten a loan because of a joke.

Apparently a few days back, a rep from a title company came into his office and was meeting the loan officers, schmoozing and passing out pens with the company name.  Title companies have very strict laws about what they can do to market their business, one of the things they ARE allowed is to give out trinkets with the company logo.  As a result of this we have many, many, many very fancy pens.  I can imagine Mark sighing a little to himself and agreeing to accept another handful of pens from the lady.  After she left, he pawned some of them off to his coworkers.  Pretty soon he hears Larry remark on his new pen, "Cool, it has a light!"  Well, Mark and his other buddies did NOT get a pen with a light.  Travis (his partner), starts to rib Mark about the unfairness of it all, and Mark jokingly declared that he and Travis would also have pens with lights before the week was out.  The jokes continued, and Mark sent off a formal email to the Title Company rep asking her to please rectify the situation and restore balance and order to their office.

Well, she thought the whole thing was pretty funny, and the emails flew back and forth over the next few days.  Unbeknown to my hubby, she was also passing the messages around and sharing them with a neighboring realty office.

Today she came back with light pens.  And a realtor.  Who wanted her clients to work with my goofball, and no one else, because success in this business requires humor.  Who knew that not taking yourself too seriously could be profitable?

And stuff like that happens all the time, too.  This guy makes friends like bees make honey.