NO STRESS BAKING
I have never done the massive baking that some do for Christmas, because I am not a very good baker. Oh I have tried even with the aid of many a recipes, but most times my creations end up in the trash. Unfit for human consumption. Just ask those that ate my pecan pie only to discover the runny middle. Not good. So, since this year I am pregnant and grumpy I decided to go with a fool proof way of baking. Besides, all the kids wanted was to sprinkle little candies ontop of some dough and eat the ones that got away. No one has asked about the cookies, since.
First, we started with anything and everything that could be bought at the local grocery store.
Then the little clumps of dough were laid out for the kids to do with what they will.
There was much care taken with each piece of dough.
You must choose your sprinkles carefully. Don’t pay any attention to the fact that
there are six different sprinkles to go with 6 clumps of dough. That is just silly logic.
Now, they are all purty and ready for a little heat.
While those other ones baked, we decorated some with icing.
You see he didn’t have to sweat all day to be proud of his cookies.
He just needed a little help from the store and learn to stand up to his pushy older sister.
Santa seem to enjoy them. And we suspect the dog, too, as these pieces would not
be left for the kids to find the next morning.
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CHRISTMAS EVE
No rest for the weary. After a night of parties, looking at Christmas lights and meeting Santa, JUST WALKING ON THE STREET, there was a rush home to make sure we didn’t miss the big guy in red. Everyone was tucked in by midnight, which ensured a late wake up call. Well, I guess that is true if some of us weren’t knocked up and had to peed every 5 minutes.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care.
You are damn tooting “with care”. Last year we lost one of our very special silver snowglobes,
because someone wasn’t careful.
Santa went light on the stockings, this year.
The presents were stacked under the tree with anticipation of giddy little kids.
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CHRISTMAS DAY
Can’t you see his excitement and not my bad photography.
This would not be his favorite present, although it would make a good first impression.
We couldn’t catch her excitement, because the little stinker snuck down earlier to
take a peek.
This would not be her favorite gift. Not really sure which one was her favorite.
The feeding frenzy:
Then tragedy strikes and therapy bills start to mount:
While SoHubby was busy putting this thing together:
(This would be one of Sam’s favorite gifts.)
I was put on the duty of releasing all the toys from their wired, taped, plastic prisons, which resulted in this:
Yes, that’s right folks, I decapitated Hannah Montana, IN FRONT OF Amber.
There was much wailing and rolling around on the floor, because “MOM, KILLED HANNAH MONTANA!”.
Well, someone had to, HA!
It didn’t matter that not only does Amber have 2 other Hannah Montana dolls plus a Miley Cyrus, but she has
about a bazillion other Barbies that could fill in, while this one made a quick trip to Santa’s doll hospital.
See:
Sorry for the nudity, but when you have this many dolls to clothe, you ran out of time.
Note to toy companies, there is no reason in this world that you need to include a Barbie
in every accessories or new play set. I am drowning in Barbies over here. And Hananh Montanas.
Once I explained that I would contact Santa and ask him to send a new one, things calmed down and we went to church. Obviously, to pray for Hannah Montana and to release the demon that made Mommy rip her head off.
Later, we would catch the toys just hanging out:
Batman (Sam’s most favorite toy in the world) would hold court while the Star Wars gang
decorated for Christmas (a little late guys) and Ironman pouted, because he wanted to be
in charge.
Hannah Montana and Lily would hang out at Rico’s for much of the day, while Fancy
Nancy looked on, feeling left out. Later, Hannah and Lily would claim to be too full
from nachos and fruity beverages to eat the holiday meal I prepared.
INGRATES!!!
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THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS (OR THE REASON I HAVE THE BIG ‘OL SUV)
I am not big on Black Friday shopping, but I am big on getting those after Christmas sales,
especially on decorations. We are all set for next year at half the price. I can’t wait to have fully functioning reindeer
and enough lighted garland to wrap the house. And along with all the new toys comes a desperate need for more storage.
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Christmas was fun, but I can’t wait to see what the new year brings. Next year there will be 3 kids and hopefully a fully functioning mother to do all the things that we might have missed this year. Tops on my list will be to get a picture of all the kids in a Nativity scene. I have my Mary, Joseph and, finally, a Baby Jesus. I am all set for the perfect Christmas picture. I can’t wait! I can feel the anticipation and dread in the air. Stick around to find out how it all turns out.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! and may it bring you joy and happiness.
