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Christmas Eve III

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Christmas Eve
is a special time for my family.
We spend it together, no grandparents, no cousins, just our little zoo.

After dinner and opening the PJ’s we all sit around the Christmas tree
and read the Christmas story out of the Bible.
(oh wow, that man needs a haircut…asap)
We then discuss the importance of the birth of Christ.
Why it is so special, and why it is so important to us.

I really think the kids are getting it.
After 9 years of doing this,
I think it is setting in.
Look how intent they are, listening
to their Father read from the Bible.

(notice punk #4 decided that she needed a little post feast snack, and that punk #1 and punk #3 can’t hold still!)


So intent, so serious.
(so excited, they are giggling durring the part where the shepards are watching their flocks…I don’t get it either)

Doesn’t Dad look like he is enjoying this so much!

(now he told me that if I posted this particular picture he would kill me, so I would like to take a moment and thank you all for reading my sort lived blog. Thank you all for being my friends, for all the kindness you have show me. I hope you all know that I love you all so much. I hope you will have fond memeories of me in the years to come.)

Christmas Eve II

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Another tradition we have, is the opening of Christmas pajamas.
I usually buy them.
This year I decided I was going to make their PJ’s.
That really is the only way you can get soft flanel nightgowns and not break the bank.
(Punk #1)
I bought all the fabric in October.
I was going to get these suckers done early.
(Punk #2)
I WAS NOT going to be working on them at the last minute!

(Punk #3 the middle child)

I was going to enjoy the holiday!

(Punk #4…the baby girl)

Weeeeell……

(Punk #5…of the male variety)

As of December 18th, I had only cut them out.
On December 19th, I finished the first two at about midnight
On Demember 21st, I finshed two more at about 1 am
On the evening of December 21st, I finshed baby boy’s PJ’s at about 10 pm.

On Christmas Eve, I finally got all the snaps put on…
Whew, so much for finishing them early!

(if you look really close you will notice the hems of the nightgowns aren’t finished)

Lets all smile for a picture!!!

Christmas Eve I

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On Christmas Eve we have several traditions.
On of which, I cook a big dinner.
I really like to cook,
and I like big dinners.
So when you put them both together, I like to cook big dinners!
I also like to have a pretty table.
Most of the time I don’t have a pretty table.
However on Christmas Eve, I go to the effort.

Here is the place setting.
(Thanks to my Mother-in-law, I have Christmas dishes)
(I totally love them! In fact I would love more of them)
(hint, hint)
Here is the center piece. Yes, a center piece…
I know, I know, my PIC already teased me like crazy over this one!

Here is my whole pretty table!!


And another view of my Christmas Eve table.
Do you see the sign on the wall? Weeeeeelll, it is a little
gift I bought for myself. Can’t see it too well?
Here I will help you out a bit.


Speaks for itself, don’t you think!

cold cold day!

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Here is picture of Dadzoo’s car
(I am standing in the garadge shivering)
it is about 20 degrees outside
poor, poor frozen car

The blower broke in the car, so the heater doesn’t work
my poor guy has been driving to and from work
(an hour each way)
in the bitter cold
So he bought the part and decided to replace it himself
See his feet sticking out.
Now, why is he out in the freezing cold weather, why is he not in a warmer garadge? you ask

Because
this is what our garadge looks like
a tad messy

oh, here comes my frozen boy
(doesn’t look so happy, does he)


That man is in the zone!


haha, can’t you just read his mind
“put away the stupid camera, can’t you see I am frozen, annoyed, and irritated…

and I can’t find my tool!”

(another lovely view of out tidy garadge)

Smile Baby!!!!

Emma Lou

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Emma Lou, she is punk number 4. She is the baby girl, and boy does she know it!

I sing a little song to her, it goes something like this: “Emma Lou, is a poo, Emma Lou Lou’s a poo poo…” She turns down her little mouth into a sad pout, drops her head and says “I not a poo poo I a bootiful grill! I da baba grill!!”
Tonight, she wet her pants, because she refuses to get on the potty by herself. When I found her with her pants dropped to her ankles and a puddle around her feet, she got a swat on the butt. She ran crying to her Daddy and said “Mama spank my butt, it hurt worse than anyfing in my whole wife!”

(I love this picture, she is holding her arms in the air, being all brave, the ride hasn’t even started yet!)

Punk number 4, she really is a “bootiful grill” She will come up to me, for no reason, and wrap her pudgy little arms around my legs and say “you are my favortiest mama in da whole world!”

Those are the moments in mommyhood, the moments that cut through the clutter, nosie and distraction, that make it all worth it.
Emma Lou, you are my favoritest Punk #4 in the whole wide world!!!