Tuesday, December 23, 2008

North/Bi-Pole R

Christmas time is supposed to be a joyous and fabulous time. But for some reason, this year, oh wait, scratch that... it happens to me EVERY year. I get so excited for Christmas... I want to put the tree up by Halloween. By Thanksgiving I am bursting with enthusiasm and the holiday music has been in our CD player for weeks. I put the tree up, take out all the decorations and I've usually had most of my shopping done, with only a few minor gifts needing to be purchased on Black Friday.

Then it hits, depression. I don't know what exactly it is that makes me so sad, but it happens every year. It's not even a day to day occurrence, it's a daily occurrence. I can be in the most hugest fabulous holiday spirit and then boom, something happens... I feel guilty about Tony getting me presents, or I feel like I didn't get enough presents or the perfect present for everyone. A sleepy haze falls over me and I just want to go to bed and not wake up. It doesn't help this year that the snow is falling everywhere but here. Not to mention Spencer has been the snottiest this last week. And that this will be the first Christmas without my grandma. Ick. I just feel ick. That's the only way to describe it.

I feel mostly bad for Tony. He doesn't deserve my insanity. He tries hard to keep me in the positive. I kind of just want all the crazy to just be over with. But then there's the whole being on the other side of Christmas that you have to deal with. The downfall. It's like this massive buildup to what's supposed to be the happiest day of all and then what? It's over.

I guess all I can do is try to focus on the reason for the season... Jesus. He's pretty cool.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008


So while we were up in Mt. Vernon, during this wonderful snow storm, Tatum developed a weird pussy/swollen infection on the tip of one of her fingers. Don't know how that happened, but it was gross. Got her to the doc on Monday and she's on antibiotics. So sad, her first prescription. As for Spencer, last night he was standing on his stool and Tony was going to brush his teeth (which he hates) and he threw himself off the stool, landing face first into the toilet. Needless to say, he has a nasty gash on the inside of his lip and a huge bruise on his chin. Twas very close to going through. My poor babies!

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Gingerbread "Houses"

So every year around Christmastime, we get together with Tony's parents, Mark & Bev, and do a little holiday gingerbread house/train/sleigh decorating. This year was no exception. Spencer chose to decorate a choo choo train and chose lucky Grandpa Young to share it with. And seeing as I always insist on decorating by myself, Tony & Bev picked out Santa's sleigh to decorate and I was left with the only house. Spencer has no shirt on because he decorated a part of his gingerbread choo choo train and then proceeded to lean into it and get it all over his shirt.

Here is Tony & Bev's efforts... They both quit early stating they didn't know how they could possibly improve... aka, they had no idea how to help those poor reindeer. ;)

Here is Spencer & Mark's masterpiece...

Here is my little cottage: I tend to get a little anal. ;)

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Dirty Bathwater

So the other day Tatum & Spencer took a bath together.

As I was bathing Tate, Spencer pointed out that she had pooped a little in the water. I quickly scooped it up and flushed it down the toilet. Soon after, I took Tatum out and got her diapered and clothed.

While doing so, I heard a sound that was similar to someone swishing water in their mouth. I called out and asked Spencer what he was doing.

He said, "drinking the bath water."

"EEEW!" I shouted. "Tatum's poopy was in that water!"

He responded simply, "But I was thirsty."