Saturday, December 26, 2009

9 at night with Niece-ling

Oh, Niece-ling, what will we do with you?

N woke up around 9 tonight sobbing and coughing wretchedly. I got her out of bed and took her to go potty. She continued to cry pitifully as I carried her into mom's room. She moaned her mommas and daddas name so much, still sobbing. She complained about her lip, so I went and got her ice to suck on. She calmed down a tad bit. Mom (mine) asked her if she would like to read books. She willingly agreed and I ran to the Doctor Seuss section of our bookshelf and grabbed about 4-5 books to read.

Believe it or not, she stopped crying as soon as "Aaa Schoon" began to read Pizza Pat. Wish us luck, we still have to put her back to bed! Night Night N!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve!¡!¡ Go 2 bed 4 Santa 2 come!¡!¡☆☆☆

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Counting Down Down Down!

Well, Merry Christmas Eve Eve!


Yumminess simplified

Thanks to a friend of my mom, I made these peanut clusters that were way simple and muy delicioso.  Commence drooling!

Layer in this order:
4 oz. German chocolate squares
12 oz. milk chocolate chips
24 oz. chocolate almond bark
24 oz. white chocolate almond bark
1 jar unsalted dry roasted peanuts
1 jar salted dry roasted peanuts
Spray crockpot well with non-stick cooking spray.  Set on low for 3 hrs - DO NOT TOUCH.  Stir and drop on tray covered with waxed paper.  Chill till set.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


Raise your hand if you can't wait until Christmas!



From the Mouth of...

This is what Scooby sang to me at one point a few weeks ago:

Crab-Will you sing me a Christmas song buddy?
Scooby-No....Okay, fine.

He then continued singing I Wanna Wish You a Merry Christmas! A few verses later, he decided to change the words up a bit....

Scooby-I wanna wish you a merry bistmas from the bottom of my bismol!

Friday, December 18, 2009

From the mouth of...

shrieked at our puppy last Christmas season --

"Quit eating Jesus!!"

And in case you're wondering, this is the type of Jesus to which I was referring.  (Thanks for posing, Scooby!)

Thursday, December 17, 2009

From the mouth of...

JJ received a dreidel at school.  

Nacho: "Who gave you that dreidel, JJ?"

JJ:  "Andrew's mom."

Nacho:  "Is she Jewish?"

JJ:  "No, she's from California."

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

From the mouth of...

I've decided that since I can no longer relish the glories of the English language being massacred by my own children, I'll share the kid-isms my siblings share with me.  This one still cracks me up.

Nacho (to JJ, then 3 yrs old):  JJ, what planet do we live on?

JJ:  Nerf.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Alternative Sleeping Quarters

Here's the thing.  My family is pretty small.  I'm not talking about the family I have with Sapper + twins.  I know that's small in comparison to MANY families.  I'm talking about the family I grew up with.  Mom, Dad, me, T (aka Uncle Ralph), Kake, Nacho, and Bundles.

Since we've all aged (I can't say grown up, because that implies maturity.  And I can't say matured, as none of us are mature.  I'll probably tell Race Day stories sometime to illustrate my point.), we've acquired significant others and kids, etc.  So anyway, to my point.  The accumulated spouses, children, and paraphernalia that deluge my parents' now-small house at holiday time makes the walls tremble in terror.  Shinessite only does day visits - thank heavens - there's no room in the inn! - and we're only a 45 minute drive.


there are the Ohio contingent - Kake, Helmet, Scoobie, & Niece-ling

there are the California contingent - Nacho, Carnie, JJ, and Junior.

and there are the unmarried brothers - T & Bundles.

Those are ten bodies being added to the normally quiet confines of my parents' downsized house.  Not the house with five bedrooms and 1.5 baths -- the house with 3 bedrooms and 2.5 baths.  But not exactly enough room for 12 people to sleep comfortably.  Of course, there is the Christmas their furnace went out and we ALL stayed in ONE room (minus 2 kids, they weren't in the world yet).  That was pretty darned cozy.  Anyway, there is a point to my story.  Truly.  I promise!

Over the weekend my parents came up with this fantastical idea to borrow our camper so they'd have a 'spare bedroom' at their house.  Not a bad idea.  They don't need to de-winterize the camper as the 3 bathrooms at their house are adequate.  It will give them a break from the madness & hilarity that only their kids can provide while playing Mad Gab.  Even better?  They'll be able to go to bed WHEN they want and not have their rest interrupted (providing we don't go out and start a car or four while they're sleeping).  They have plenty of yard available and electrical hookup so they'll have heat.  Hmmmm.  Sapper ok'd the idea and I thought things would roll into place later this week.


Dad emailed yesterday at 2pm asking when he could pick up the camper.  "Dad, I'm at work."

"That's ok, what time will be good."

"I'll be home at 5:30, but if we wait longer it will be dark and that would suck for camper packing."

"That's a little late.  Can I come earlier?"

"That's fine.  I don't care.  You have a key.  I'll be home to help you at 5:30."

Fast forward to 4:30 when I get in touch with my dad.  Not only has he found the keys to the camper (in our kitchen), he's jacked the trailer up off of the blocks, removed the wheel chocks, hitched up the camper, completely ignored the sway bars, and has the camper out of our yard, IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE with the lights on, ready to go.  ::okay, deep breath::  "Dad, you did that all by yourself?!"  "Yep!  I may be 75, but I'm spry and get the job done!"

Well.  Since he didn't need me after all, I ran errands after picking up the chicklets from school & we got home at 6:30.  This is what we found.

Yep.  We found an open garage door.  Apparently he's spry, but a little forgetful.

spelling bee!

I have officially made it into the spelling bee, yay! Thank you mom, for pointing out that Mrs ___ had pronounced the word incorrectly, but, I had better go study soon so bye!

Monday, December 14, 2009

Quote of the Weekend

So I thought I was going to make Sapper crack up when I told him the quote of the weekend.

Without mentioning names, I walked into the living room and said, "Hey, I have the quote of the weekend for you."  He looked away from the television.  Hmm, looked good, he was paying attention.

"Mommy, can we have a mini refrigerator in our room?"

Sapper cracked a smile and said, "When did Yell say that?"

Deflated, I responded, "When we were at Home Depot."

Apparently he knows our kids well.  The kid with the insatiable appetite is the likely candidate for the fridge request.

But my conversation with Yell got better.  I just flat out said, "NO!"

Yell:  But it would be great!  We could have our breakfast in our room.  We could have snacks.  We wouldn't have to come out at all!

me:  [momentarily pondering the silence of mornings that would ensue {yeah, right}]  Oh, and you think that would be a good thing?!!

Yell:  Yeah, we could bring all the dishes up to our room....

I'll let you know when we get the sink and dishwasher installed.  This is obviously a well thought out plan.

And if you believe that, I know a prince in Nigeria who'd like you to collect an inheritance.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

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