Post Christmas Blas

So Christmas is over, the presents are opened, the kids are busy playing with their new gadgets. And I even took down the tree last night so the house is back to normal. I usually don't take the tree down until after the New year but I was tired of telling the baby to stay out of the tree, and now the puppy too lol.
We had a good Christmas this year though. We stayed home (which is something we don't normally do) We are going to see my Mother-in-law for the New Year though. The kids LOVED all their gifts. This year we set a new tradition of only 3 gifts from Mom and Dad. But boy those were 3 great gifts! Savana got her Ipod, and a Gameboy light in pink (of course) and an easy bake oven, Tanner got a MP3 player too but a different brand (Creative I think) a NICE new remote control truck, and a small gun kinda like a BB gun but a little different (only to be used under Dad's supervision of course) Kaylin got a Barbie 4-wheeler, an Elmo vacuum cleaner, and an Elmo table and chair set. I think they were pretty happy with what they got! lol
I hope all of you had a great Christmas too, and here is to a happy new year.

Happy Birthday to me!

OK so my birthday is tomorrow but I got my present last night only because what I wanted required my input. YAY ME! :)
Of course Kaylin had to break it in right away; she climbed onto the bench and fell off missed the carpet by a centimeter and cracked her head on the hard floor.

My letter to Santa

Dear Santa,

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows
when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple,
which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.

I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with
a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.

I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.

If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.

If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold.

Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always, MOM...!

P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.

*Santa has asked that this gets passed on to all the mommies you know lol

Christmas time

I got this email from a fellow homeschool mom. Some of my friends who know me know how I feel about Christmas. Christmas is a time to remember Christ. This year in our home we are choosing to only give our children 3 gifts each, just 3, thats it. When we told them of course as any kids would be they were upset, until we told them why.
I asked them "How many gifts did Jesus recieve?"
Their answer was 3
I asked them "What makes you think you are better than Him that you deserve more?"
They quickly got my point and agreed that it was the right thing to do.
It is our job to pass on the meaning of Christmas to our children, if we dont who will?

I am not sure who wrote this but here it is:

A sad commentary !

Twas the month before Christmas When all through our land, Not a Christian was praying Nor taking a stand.

Why the Politically Correct Police had taken away, The reason for Christmas - no one could say. The children were told by their schools not to sing, About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.
It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say December 25th is just a "Holiday". Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!

CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod Something was changing, something quite odd! Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.

As Targets were hanging their trees upside down At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found. At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.
Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty Are words that were used to intimidate me. Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton!

At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter. And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace.

The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded The reason for the season, stopped before it started. So as you celebrate "Winter Break" under your "Dream Tree" Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.

Choose your words carefully, choose what you say Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS, not Happy Holiday!

Never a dull moment!

When you live with a child like my youngest there is NEVER and I do mean NEVER a dull moment or peace and quiet (unless she is sleeping of course.)
Last night was full of picture taking opportunities I just couldn't stop taking pictures of her. She may be a lot of work but dog gone she sure is cute!
We had chicken for dinner and I guess Tod taking her chicken off the bone and putting it into a nice bowl for her made it taste bad, she threw her plate on the floor, we got her out of her high chair (see the dog in the back cleaning up her mess) and she climbed up into daddy's lap and started eating his food. I guess his tasted better! lol







I think she was hungry.






Empty boxes are so much fun!