Mom and Dad came over for Christmas this year and we Lj’s had our first-ever opportunity to host grown-up out of town visitors. This, of course, prompted massive (and necessary) room cleanings, which then made us realize how nice of spaces our kids get to occupy, which, of course, prompted reflections of future projects to maximize the spaces… But for now, we just want to put a double bed in Gigi’s room. We loved having my parents in our house and hope that if we get a real bed, not an air mattress, that we might be able to lure them over more often.

We started out on the 23rd with a cookie decorating hoopla, followed by dinner out with the cousins, my brother, mom and dad. The next day was slower. We got food ready for the party on Christmas and otherwise were lazy around the house. My parents went out to a fancy-schmancy meal with my oldest brother (whose birthday is on Christmas) while we ate our favorite Indian food at home and emptied the advent calendars of all their spoils.

Mom and Dad came home to find us gathered around the hearth singing Christmas carols while Bradley accompanied with his guitar. Cookies were laid out for Santa, ‘krarits’ for the reindeer, and milk, not egg nog, to wash it all down. Milk just goes better with cookies, you know?! We sat around and shared wine, egg nog, treats and stories until we thought we might have heard Santa’s sleighbells, at which point our kids scuttled up to bed. Our kids were tucked in by 10:30 and were up and at ’em at 7:30 on Christmas morning.


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Christmas Celebrations


Gigi Said

  • Topless Tapas 2012-11-03 18:44:52-

    Tami was leaving to go out with her friend and the kids begged to go with her. I said, "you don't want to go with mom, she is going to the Tapas bar and we are going to stay here and play games."

    Gigi stiffened, "That's weird", she said as she blushed. I processed fast and realized the problem. "TAPAS bar. It means 'small plate', not TOPLESS bar!"

Jude Said

  • Nicknames 2013-01-04 21:30:33-

    The checker at the store asked our always conversational little boy what his name was. He replied "Jude" then added "but sometimes they call me pumpkin brown". LOL.

    And they are right. We call him that after the folksong that we sing sometimes.

A long time ago…