My children have kept me smiling the last few weeks leading up to the Christmas Frenzy! The drama between the older girls is somedays too much for all of us.
Me: Kids, I am sorry we have to take down the tree. It is making me really sick (I had a horrible reaction to our fresh pine tree. I was so allergic that one afternoon I thought my throat was going to close.)
Annabel: Well, I really wish we could keep the tree, it's my favorite. Can't you just be sick? (Annabel is such a sweet child, so her saying that was so funny. You could see her wheels spinning - Tree or Mama/ Tree or Mama?)
Me: Do you enjoy me acting crazy? (which is how I behave when I am sick)
The fully decorated tree did come down - so sad!
Olivia: Mama I know the rule is Santa will not bring live animals. I just knooowww he will make this oonnne exception, so that is allll I am asking for. Well . . ., I did add one more thing to the list if he cannot bring me a PHILLY. I really think I would like a Husky puppy.
Annabel's advice to Grace: (Anna) Just ask him (Santa) for the DS, that way it's free. That's why I am asking him for an IPOD. Isn't it free Mama if it comes from Santa?
Grace: Mama, is that whole spending the night thing your rule or the police's rule? (they have to be 8 years old to spend the night out)
Grace: Mama, how did I get out of your tummy? Did you do all that tummy cutting thing because I am not going to do that! (I do not know where that came from!?)
Grace: Mama, Ms. Elizabeth,
from Three Channels, ran every red light today. It was a fun contest! It was just like you do. Edward had to go to the bathroom and she was really in a hurry.
(Come to find out all the lights they hit were green. - Green or red - it's all the same to her. Skip happened to be in the car for this conversation. He wasn't surprised by my driving, but for Elizabeth that would be really unusual.)
Annabel: So Mama, if Santa is real then why did he forget to put something in Bailey's stocking? (Bailey is our dog, lowest on the stocking chain. She didn't know how lucky she was to get something in her stocking after such a big move.)
Quinn: (MY SON who is such a boy) Mama, will I ever turn into a girl?
Me: Praise Jesus, No son!
Off to wrap presents!
Last year we/I went a little over dressed. The girls were so excited about the dress, they insisted I wear a tiara. I am so extremely uncomfortable going to parties and inevitably, I always have on the wrong thing. The problem is I have all these little bodies (5 to be exact) in my bathroom and closet - they talk and talk and ask so many questions while I am trying to get dressed. I usually change outfits at least 2 or three times before I am comfortable going out. Then once I get settled, Skip will come and ask my opinion. Poor guy, I am entirely too caught up in myself to dress him too. Last year he had to wear this tie - gift from work? Greens a little off.
