Nick and I do not like New Years Eve. We hate going out to parties, and we definitely hate spending triple what we would normally spend on dinner just because it's New Years Eve. Taylor and Shea are only with us every other year. We have THE BEST time when we have them. We have always had a mini party when it was just the 4 of us. Then it was the 5 of us, and now all 6 of us will celebrate. (It's questionable whether Nicholas will make it to midnight.) Tonight we are making our own pizzas, and then we will head downstairs for some serious Guitar Hero competitions, and Wii Games. We always have a pinata that we all get to take a swing at. Nick is usually the one who finally breaks it because the kids get tired of trying. We dress up in crazy hats and blow noise makers and pop party poppers all over the basement. The mess is horrendous, but it is so fun, I don't care. We have sparkling grape juice and let the kids drink from fancy Champagne glasses, and they love it!
I'll take this celebration over going to some fancy dinner party any day!!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Christmas Part 1 - Christmas Eve
I have just started to recooperate from the Christmas festivities. The house is starting to get back to normal. Not really. Toys are strewn all over our living room, and the Christmas tree is still up, even though it has become a huge fire hazard. We are a work in progress.
Let me preface by saying this was a fun Christmas, but so hectic it was hard to enjoy it. This year, Taylor and Shea were with their Dad on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. They arrived home at Noon. They had less than 1 hour to open their gifts before we rushed out the door to go to my In-Laws house for dinner. From there, we rushed out again to go to my parents house for another dinner. We got home at 10:30 that night, and the kids were finally able to look at what they received from everyone for more than a couple seconds.
We are in the process of trying to determine a better way to celebrate Christmas with the whole family and still enjoy our time with everyone. We hope that next year, and the several years to come, we will be able to spend quality time with everyone in our family on this special holiday, and not feel like we slighted ourselves and our children from building our own family traditions.
We spent Christmas Eve at our house with my parents, sister and her family. Chloe brought Reindeer dust and the 3 girls sprinkled it all over the front yard. It must have worked because Santa came!
Let me preface by saying this was a fun Christmas, but so hectic it was hard to enjoy it. This year, Taylor and Shea were with their Dad on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. They arrived home at Noon. They had less than 1 hour to open their gifts before we rushed out the door to go to my In-Laws house for dinner. From there, we rushed out again to go to my parents house for another dinner. We got home at 10:30 that night, and the kids were finally able to look at what they received from everyone for more than a couple seconds.
We are in the process of trying to determine a better way to celebrate Christmas with the whole family and still enjoy our time with everyone. We hope that next year, and the several years to come, we will be able to spend quality time with everyone in our family on this special holiday, and not feel like we slighted ourselves and our children from building our own family traditions.
We spent Christmas Eve at our house with my parents, sister and her family. Chloe brought Reindeer dust and the 3 girls sprinkled it all over the front yard. It must have worked because Santa came!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Our Weekend in a Nutshell
As of last Friday, we had one joint gift for two of our children, and one joint gift for our Nephews, and one joint gift for our Nieces. Being 6 days before Christmas I was starting to do my usual freak out for my own procrastination.
We had Nick's company Christmas party on Friday night. My parents graciously offered to babysit the kids so that we could get all dressed up and go to a cocktail party. It was so nice to go somewhere and talk to adults, eat delicious hors d'oeuvres and drink a glass of red wine. I did not have to think about the kids at home because I knew they were well taken care of. (Just to clarify so I don't get into trouble later, Shea was at a friends house for the night, but Taylor does not need a babysitter. She just enjoyed the company of my Mom and Dad and helped them out with Isabella and Nicholas.)
Saturday we went shopping with all the kids for SEVERAL hours. I had previously promised the kids that we would make our Christmas cookies that night. At 9:00 P.M. we started baking. At 11:00 the kitchen was trashed. At 11:45, we went downstairs in the movie room to watch Shea and Nick play Guitar Hero. Within 10 minutes of my chair being reclined and my blanket on, I fell asleep. Sorry Shea, Midnight is my limit.
Sunday morning Taylor and Shea went to their Dad's house for the rest of the week until Christmas. We got a babysitter for Isabella and went out into the blistery cold 10 degrees for more SHOPPING! We only had the babysitter for 3 hours, so we had to come home, pick up Isabella and head back out. Nick's parents offered to watch the kids, which was awesome, because we ran around like maniacs and got almost everything done.
Nick was a trooper the whole weekend and didn't complain once when we were at the mall two straight, long days in a row. Well, maybe he complained a little, but I did not see the sour puss face that he usually wears when we go to the mall. Okay, I saw the sour puss face once when we were at DSW Shoes with Taylor and Shea looking for new shoes. That's okay, it's a lot to ask of him to walk around a hot, crowded store full of women while carrying a very heavy diaper bag and a kid. That was at the beginning of our outing on Saturday. I was a little concerned but he was able to turn the mood around and finish the rest of the day with a smile. (Or was that a grimace?)
Now I have to wrap all this stuff. If you're looking for some fancy glimmery fabric bow - you're not getting it. You will receive a nicely wrapped present in pretty paper. But you will get a prefabricated bow stuck on the center of the box. I may switch it up a little and put the bow on the corner of the present every once in a while. I remembered to buy some scotch tape, so I will not have to use packing tape cut into small pieces this year. Just call me Martha, people.
We had Nick's company Christmas party on Friday night. My parents graciously offered to babysit the kids so that we could get all dressed up and go to a cocktail party. It was so nice to go somewhere and talk to adults, eat delicious hors d'oeuvres and drink a glass of red wine. I did not have to think about the kids at home because I knew they were well taken care of. (Just to clarify so I don't get into trouble later, Shea was at a friends house for the night, but Taylor does not need a babysitter. She just enjoyed the company of my Mom and Dad and helped them out with Isabella and Nicholas.)
Saturday we went shopping with all the kids for SEVERAL hours. I had previously promised the kids that we would make our Christmas cookies that night. At 9:00 P.M. we started baking. At 11:00 the kitchen was trashed. At 11:45, we went downstairs in the movie room to watch Shea and Nick play Guitar Hero. Within 10 minutes of my chair being reclined and my blanket on, I fell asleep. Sorry Shea, Midnight is my limit.
Sunday morning Taylor and Shea went to their Dad's house for the rest of the week until Christmas. We got a babysitter for Isabella and went out into the blistery cold 10 degrees for more SHOPPING! We only had the babysitter for 3 hours, so we had to come home, pick up Isabella and head back out. Nick's parents offered to watch the kids, which was awesome, because we ran around like maniacs and got almost everything done.
Nick was a trooper the whole weekend and didn't complain once when we were at the mall two straight, long days in a row. Well, maybe he complained a little, but I did not see the sour puss face that he usually wears when we go to the mall. Okay, I saw the sour puss face once when we were at DSW Shoes with Taylor and Shea looking for new shoes. That's okay, it's a lot to ask of him to walk around a hot, crowded store full of women while carrying a very heavy diaper bag and a kid. That was at the beginning of our outing on Saturday. I was a little concerned but he was able to turn the mood around and finish the rest of the day with a smile. (Or was that a grimace?)
Now I have to wrap all this stuff. If you're looking for some fancy glimmery fabric bow - you're not getting it. You will receive a nicely wrapped present in pretty paper. But you will get a prefabricated bow stuck on the center of the box. I may switch it up a little and put the bow on the corner of the present every once in a while. I remembered to buy some scotch tape, so I will not have to use packing tape cut into small pieces this year. Just call me Martha, people.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Very Good Recipe
I have made this twice and the kids really like it. The tiny meatballs are kind of a pain to make, but it's worth it.
Orrechiette with mini chicken meatballs
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22454417/from/ET/
Orrechiette with mini chicken meatballs
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22454417/from/ET/
Annual Family Christmas Party
Last Saturday we went to Nick's family Christmas party on his Dad's side. Nick's grandmother has a lot of sisters and all the families go to this party. The kids made a bird house after dinner, and then Santa arrived with gifts. Isabella was not comfortable sitting on his lap, but she did talk to him and wish him a Merry Christmas.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Winter Band Concert
Shea plays the percussion in the 7th Grade Band. This instrument could not suit her more. She is reckless, wild, eclectic and LOUD. Here is a zoomed in picture of her playing the Timpani Drum. She played all her parts perfectly!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
The Christmas Season is Upon Us......
This weekend we decorated our house for Christmas. The wreaths are up, the mantle is decorated, and the tree is up, lit, and decorated. I have no feelings of holiday nostalgia. Every year, I have visions of our family going to some farm and finding the perfect tree, cutting it down and dragging it back to the car on a sled; putting the tree up while Christmas music is playing in the background as we sip hot cocoa. All of us joyfully laughing just because we are together. I know it's stupid and very Cleaver-like.
This is how it went. We drove to the local strip mall where Kiwanis sells trees, picked the tallest one they had and the men all strapped it onto the car while the wife and children sat in the car watching Barney for the 100 Millionth time. The two oldest in the back fighting over who knows what. When the tree was secured to the roof, one of the men wished us a Merry Christmas and one of the kids commented on how it would be Merry, because she was expecting a certain gift that she was sure to receive. I was horrified and sad at the same time. We decorated the tree the next day. Nick and I put the lights on, and the older kids were no where to be found. Taylor finally surfaced shortly after and she and I and put the ornaments on the tree. The evening turned into a big argument and was about as unfun, and unmerry as you can possibly get. How does this happen? How easy it is to forget what Christmas is about. Are we all that selfish that we forgot how lucky we are that we have a great family and can celebrate this season together?
We all need a wake up call, myself included. I am going to give it to us before the Big Man does first. This season is going to be about giving to others who are not as fortunate. It will be about telling people that we love how grateful we are that they are in our lives. It will not be about what is on our Christmas list or how sorry we feel for ourselves that life is not conforming to our master plan. We have a roof over our heads, food on our table, and the six of us are healthy. Any more than that is a blessing.
This is how it went. We drove to the local strip mall where Kiwanis sells trees, picked the tallest one they had and the men all strapped it onto the car while the wife and children sat in the car watching Barney for the 100 Millionth time. The two oldest in the back fighting over who knows what. When the tree was secured to the roof, one of the men wished us a Merry Christmas and one of the kids commented on how it would be Merry, because she was expecting a certain gift that she was sure to receive. I was horrified and sad at the same time. We decorated the tree the next day. Nick and I put the lights on, and the older kids were no where to be found. Taylor finally surfaced shortly after and she and I and put the ornaments on the tree. The evening turned into a big argument and was about as unfun, and unmerry as you can possibly get. How does this happen? How easy it is to forget what Christmas is about. Are we all that selfish that we forgot how lucky we are that we have a great family and can celebrate this season together?
We all need a wake up call, myself included. I am going to give it to us before the Big Man does first. This season is going to be about giving to others who are not as fortunate. It will be about telling people that we love how grateful we are that they are in our lives. It will not be about what is on our Christmas list or how sorry we feel for ourselves that life is not conforming to our master plan. We have a roof over our heads, food on our table, and the six of us are healthy. Any more than that is a blessing.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Tonight I completely turfed the lawn of my ex-husband's driveway while attempting to back out. Crapity, crapity crap, crap-ola! Shea advised me to not tell him, and that he would never know it was me. NOT the message I am trying to teach the children, so of course I called him immediately when I got home, but for some reason, he didn't answer his phone. He still doesn't know, but when he leaves for work tomorrow morning, he will be using my name with several expletives before and after it.
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