It’s not what you’re thinking, no eggnog or spiked holiday punch here, just some things you might overhear if you were a little fly on the wall of someone’s home. Today fifteen bloggers are sharing little snippets of their lives simultaneously. Sit down with a hot mug of coffee or hot chocolate and take a peek into my life.
(Peppermint schnapps in your drink is totally optional.)
When you’ve finished with my post and have changed your pants and am not totally scared away, then please check out some of the other bloggers links at the bottom of the post!
Ok so let’s start with the evolution of a Christmas card. I had this bright idea to have the animals pose with the kids. At least the two semi cooperative ones, because we don’t want to have any trips to the emergency room by trying to get the female cat in on it.
Picture 1: Dog is licking his butt. If you look really hard you can see where the cat escaped to back on the piano.
Picture 2: Weird positioning of participants. You can see all my crap in the spare room.
Picture 3: The Professor is looking at his sister. As you can see she wants peace on Earth.
Picture 4: Cute but blurry. What? The camera cooperate? NEVER!
Picture 5: The dog is obviously savoring one of the treats I’ve been bribing him with.
At this point I had my picture. But as I was editing it Evil Genius leaned in, looked, and said “Our daughter’s underwear is showing.” I missed that. Since a lady reveals nothing, I made the kids put their Christmas stuff back on and made them go back into the room with the tree.
Picture 6: The Princess is covering her unmentionables, but The Professor’s eyes are closed.
Picture 7: Bad lighting, Professor eyes are closed AND he’s not looking at the camera.
Picture 8: The Princess looks like she’s wearing a fur hat.
I finally got a good picture. I uploaded it to Snapfish, added a cute border, and ordered copies for pickup at Walgreens. As it turned out, it cropped it closer than it looked on the website, so while still cute it wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for. Sigh…
Evil Genius: “What else do we need for Thanksgiving?”
Me: “We need to get a gravy boat. Mom said she found us one.”
Evil Genius: “Yeah, but I was thinking of something more along the lines of a gravy barge.”
The Princess, aghast upon hearing that chicken nuggets come from chickens.
“No, chicken nuggets grow in the GROUND!” Duh…
Since we had company coming for Thanksgiving, as in my husband’s boss and his wife, I actually made a decent attempt at cleaning the house despite having a stomach bug. Obviously my kids became suspicious. The Professor came flying down the stairs hollering “Mom, why is the bathroom clean?”
Me: “We need to make some homemade dog biscuits this Christmas so we can give some to Neo and Jackson.”
The Princess: “GREAT! We need to get a dog treat maker!”
Um, I was thinking more along the lines of a buying a bone shaped cookie cutter to cut out the biscuits. Kids these days!
The kids have been wanting to watch some Christmas movies. This particular night they had chosen A Walt Disney Christmas. In one part, someone was painting a checkerboard onto a canvas.
The Professor remarked. “Oh look, they’re painting like French people.”
Me: “How do French people paint?”
The Professor: “Very neatly.”
Evil Genius arrived home from work a few weeks ago and announced the following:
“We are not allowed to discuss three subjects in our office now. No religion, politics, or superheroes.”
The kids were trying to name Santa’s reindeer.
The Professor: “Well there’s Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Nixon…”
Just so you know, he’s not a crook!
The dog WILL NOT leave the Santa hats alone. At one point, when I caught him carrying one around in his mouth, I yelled in frustration “DON’T EAT SANTA!”
The Professor has been studying the plausibility of how Santa can enter people’s houses. We were watching a movie when he suddenly had an AHA moment.
“That’s IT! Santa turns to liquid!”
The Princess: “Mommy, my friend said that when you’re a mommy they check your boobs at the doctor.”
Me (a bit taken aback): “They give you a mammogram when you turn 40.”
The Princess: “Ohhhhhh… So you have to get one at your next birthday.”
Me: “I’m afraid so.”
The Princess: “And Daddy?”
Me: “No he’s a man.”
The Princess: “Oh, I get it now! You’re a ma’am, so you have to get a “ma’am oh gram”!”
Makes sense to me…
Now go visit these other fine blogs to see what stories they have to tell from their respective abodes!