Caroline loves Alex and Andrew more than anything in this world.
She also has a love for clothes.
She is always trying to take things off the rack and try them on in stores.
Folding laundry at home with her is difficult because she’s always trying to put things on.
Today she insisted on combining her 2 loves.
I drew the line when it was time to leave the house.
No…I am not talking about body parts.
I’m contemplating Christmas trees.
Real vs. Fake
We’ve always had a real tree for as long as I can remember. I remember going to the tree farm with my parents to cut down the tree. We’d walk up and down the rows of trees until my mom could decide which one was the fullest. Then my dad would throw himself on the ground and attempt to saw the tree down with the worst saw known to man. We would then drag the tree to the cashier. Then they’d tie up the tree and my dad would try and hoist the tree on top of whatever minivan we were sporting.
Derek and I have not taken our kids to a tree farm but we have gone every year to chose a tree. For some reason, this special event always occurs on the coldest day of December. After wandering the tree lot for ten minutes we decide we are just too cold and chose whatever tree we are next to. Sometimes our quick decision turns out well and other times we get home and discover we have the Charlie Brown tree.
This year I’m thinking about a fake tree.
We have higher ceiling in our new house so I was thinking it would be great to get a 9 or 12 ft. tree. But I don’t want to pay for a huge tree every year. Maybe a fake tree would be okay. We would spend a bit more out of pocket this year but not have the tree expense again.
On the other hand. The tree is fake. You don’t have the annual trip to get the tree.
“Come on everyone. Get your coats on. We’re going to the attic!”
Doesn’t have quite the same feel.
I’m sure this is a hot button issue with all of you.
Break free and let your tree thoughts be known.
Thoughts? Real vs. Fake.
Currently jamming to Katy!
I’ve already listened to this 3 times.
I worry about playing this in the car when my kids are in it –
what if they say,
“What does she mean when she says let’s go all the way tonight.”
I’m ready though.
Me: “She means they are gong to drive all the way on a long road trip without stopping in a hotel for the night.”
Anyone want to dance with me?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ov2NMQu3wyg
Who are you listening to?
‘Twas the night of Thanksgiving,
but I just couldn’t sleep…
I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned…the dark meat and white,
but I fought the temptation with all of my might.
Tossing and turning with anticipation,
the thought of a snack became infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
and gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
stuffing with gravy, green beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky
with a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie
But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees…
Happy eating to all — pass the cranberries, please.
Poem by C.J.Beaman
http://www.tooter4kids.com/Thanksgiving/poetry.htm
Hello World!
Okay…I guess I should say Hello Friends and Family!
Okay …I guess I should just say Hello Family!
Okay…maybe it should just say Hello Derek!
It’s my first blog post and the one fan I know who is reading is my husband Derek who helped me start this.
A big thanks to Derek – and my future readers 🙂
I’ve been stalling to type this 1st post because I wasn’t quite sure what to say. Now that I’ve officially started I’m hoping the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th posts get a bit easier.
My hope is that someone out there will enjoy my thoughts, stories of my kids, and the adventures we have in the Big D
Now onto post #2!