Our first of many Christmas parties with family this year. My Mom hosted as always, and the food, company and gifts were great. The girls MADE OUT LIKE BANDITS. My Mom loves to give gifts, and her precious little granddaughters can only have the best.
I only wish that these toys came with economy-sized ibuprofen. Isabelle received an electric
guitar and piano. Lorelei got a baby grand (pink!) piano. God help me.
My niece Heather, aka Ched. Story behind her nickname: Michael, her little brother, couldn’t say “Heather” when he was a baby…it came out as “Hedder”, which rythmed with “Cheddar” and then was shortened to “Ched”. She is beautiful, smart, talented and a little sh*t. It’s basically my attitude in a taller, smarter package. She’s 5 foot 8, can dance, sing, she’s on the cheerleading squad at her college, and she just made the Dean’s list for this semester. Smarty-Pants.
That is my brother on the right. Yet again, here is another man who forcibly reminds me of my Dad. Ever heard the phrase, “The apple didn’t fall far from the tree”? Well, in this case, the apple NEVER FELL OFF THE TREE. He is a clone of my Dad, just with more hair. He’s the Great White Hunter of the family, drives a Dodge Ram 1500 Diesel (Susan is drooling…), can fix anything, and is one of those guys about which you say, “he’s good people”.
Geoff went out shopping AGAIN tonight. The man needs help.
I love him for wanting the girls to have a truly stellar Christmas, but we are on the border of OBSCENE.
M & M’s have alot more caffeine in them than you think.
Isabelle and Lorelei loaded up on them before we left Mom’s house. Lorelei, bless her heart, passed out before we could even hit the highway, but Isabelle was wired for sound. It is a 45-minute drive home, and she didn’t shut up the whole time.
Sample of our dialogue:
Isabelle: Why do we have hands?
Susan: So we can pick things up.
I: What would happen if we didn’t have brains?
S: We wouldn’t be alive.
I: Oh. Yar. Yar. Yar. Yar. Yar. Yar.
2 minutes later:
I: Yar. Yar. Yar. Mommy, these lights look familar. Are we on our exit?
S: Not yet.
I: That looks like a hotel.
S: It is.
I: Why do they have hotels in INDIANA???
S: We are in Ohio now.
I: Ohio. OOOOO HIIIIIII OOOOO. Ohio, Ohio.
I: Frosty, the Snowman, was a jolly, happy soul….
I: Why do we have noses?